Peter Terry & The City Profits
Hey
When the devil comes for me I know heʼll drag me down through the ground nice and slow, and if Iʼm lucky enough heʼll take my eyes before I goHey (lord my lord)When the devil comes for me Iʼll be shootin doves while iʼm ï¬oatin down theMississippi and if Iʼm lucky enough heʼll beat my head before I leaveHey (lord my lord)Cus Iʼve been a bad man, rolling into town when everyoneʼs sittinʼ in pewsAnd I would roll up, thinkin'I could show up, dressed in boots, fuck sunday shoesWell I deserve it, so I prepped for hell pits, only one more grand thing to doIʼm gonna drink myself until I canʼt stand cus when I die thereʼll be no more booze
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