I kissed you cause I've never been an angel
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I learned to say hosannas on my knees
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But they threw me out of Sunday school when I was nine
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And the sisters said I did just as I pleased
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Even so I try to be a good girl
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It's only what I want that makes me weak
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I had no desire to be a child of sin
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Then you went and pressed your whiskers to my cheek
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Fa la la la
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Fa la la lee
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Now let me go, my honey oh
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Back to Tennessee
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It's beef steak when I'm working
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Whiskey when I'm dry
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Sweet heaven when I die
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Now I've tried drinking rye and gamblin'
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Dancing with damnation is a ball
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But of all the little ways I've found to hurt myself
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Well you might be my favorite one of all
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Fa la la la
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Fa la la lee
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Now let me go, my honey oh
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Back to Tennessee
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It's beef steak when I'm working
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Whiskey when I'm dry
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Sweet heaven when I die
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Why can't I go and live the life rightly?
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Why can't I go back home to apple pie?
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Cause your affront to my virtue was a touch too much
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But you left a little twinkle in my eye
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Fa la la la
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Fa la la lee
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Now let me go, my honey oh
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Back to Tennessee
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It's beef steak when I'm working
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Whiskey when I'm dry
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Sweet heaven when I die
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Now some will come confessing of transgressions
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Some will come confessing of their love
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You were there strumming on your gay guitar
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You were trying to tell me something with your thumb
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Fa la la la
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Fa la la lee
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Now let me go, my honey oh
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Back to Tennessee
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It's beef steak when I'm working
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Whiskey when I'm dry
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Sweet heaven when I die
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Tennessee
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| Gillian Welch |
