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From both sides of the track Out here in Nashville, Tennessee They ain't rolling out red carpets For a sinning man like me But if they did I'd probably walk 'em Through them pearly gates of Hell I'd meet the devil at the crossroads Shake his hand and wish him well And there's smoke on the water Yeah, there's fire on the sun If this river ain't made of whiskey Then there ain't no bullets in this smoking gun Load it up I've always been a praying man And I'll be one 'til I'm gone But there ain't a prayer that strong enough To right me from my wrongs So, I'll just sit here and I'll raise a glass to the men I could have been And thank the good Lord up above, ah, that I ain't none of them And there's smoke on the water Yeah, there's fire on the sun If this river ain't made of whiskey SongtexteThen there ain't no bullets in this smoking gun And there's smoke on the water Yeah, there's fire on the sun If this river ain't made of whiskey Then there ain't no bullets in this smoking— Call my bluff and I'm still hoping Ain't no bullets in this smoking gun Aus Songtexte Mania