You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race
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But you cant lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face.
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And the same God that youre so afraid of
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Is gonna send you to hell
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Is the same one you're gonna answer
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To when the pin hits the shell.
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Your sisters been blaming everybody.
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I don't blame her, man, I guess Id do the same
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If you was my brother, man, Id probably stand you.
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But you aint, man, so I got to go my way.
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And I aint gonna crawl upon no high horse
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Cause i got throuwn of one
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When i was young and i aint no cowboy
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So i aint going where i dont belong.
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It wouldnt do you no good to let you know
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That it damned near killed me too
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So i aint gonna mourn for you, man,
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Now that youre gone.
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Me and you, we liked our pills and our whiskey.
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But you dont want your head full of either one
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When the house gets quiet and dark.
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Feeling good used to come so damned easy,
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Racing trains from 2nd Street to Avalon.
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Take a trip down to Memory Lane,
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You dont see no friendly faces,
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All the houses have been painted
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And nobody knows your name.
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Its enough to make a man not want
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To be nobodys Daddy,
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When all he thinks hes got left to hand down
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Is guilt and shame.
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And i aint gonna crawl upon no high horse
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Cause i got thrown of of one
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When i was young and i aint no cowboy
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So i aint going where i dont belong.
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It wouldnt do you no good to let you know
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That it damned near killed me too
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So i aint gonna mourn for you, man,
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Now that youre gone.
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You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race
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But you cant lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face.
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And the same God that youre so afraid of
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Is gonna send you to hell
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Is the same one you're gonna answer
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To when the pin hits the shell.
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When The Pin Hits The Shell
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| Drive-By Truckers |
