Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man
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We all know you're new here but you need to understand
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It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist
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You see we already know that hell exists
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Its six months short of thirty years when the boss man lays you off
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No thankin you, no parachute, and no shiny new gold watch
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Its payments you cant make on a house that you cant sell
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See a man don't have to die to go to hell
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No you don't have to die to go to hell
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So tell us bout them angels and how they fly around and sing
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Tell us how to get there cause we all want to be
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Restin in the arms of Jesus no shame or pain or tears
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There's hell enough to go around down here
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Its a place out by the airport where the girls dance just for you
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And all you feel is drunk and broke and lonely when they're through
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Its waking up with nothing but that stale tobacco smell
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See a man don't have to die to go to hell
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Nah you don't have to die to go to hell
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Oooh oooh oooh [x2]
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Its every other weekend and Wednesdays with your kid
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And knowin that he'll hate you when he finds out what you did
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Cause you'd all still be together if you loved his momma well
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There ain't no end to the stories we could tell
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Yeah a man don't have to die to go to hell
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So tell us bout them angels how they fly around and sing
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Oooooh oooh ooohohhh [x2]
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A Man Don't Have To Die
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| Brad Paisley |
