Momma died young giving birth to a son
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In a home for wayward girls
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Daddy was sidewalk, soapbox preacher
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Looking forward to the end of the world
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Every Friday night he'd pick a Jesus fight
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Down at the local pool hall
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Racking up souls condemning all those
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Caught behind the eight ball
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He said I preach for the light - the light shows the way
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Don't ever trust what the government say
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We never walked on the moon
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Elvis ain't dead
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You ain't going crazy
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It's all in your head
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Lucy was a messed up, dressed up waitress
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With a slightly tarnished heart of gold
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She wasn't half bad for a new step momma
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As far as step momma's go
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Daddy knew she was the one as he baked in the sun
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In a parking lot preaching the truth
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Up shot her hand and she cried, oh, man
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I feel it, yes, I feel it I do
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It's been revealed to me down deep in my soul
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There were two shooters on the grassy knoll
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We never walked on the moon
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Elvis ain't dead
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You ain't going crazy
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It's all in your head
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Let us sing
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It's all interpretation
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To find the truth you gotta read between the lines
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Work out your own salvation
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That narrow path is hard to define
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Heaven's more than a place
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It's a state of mind
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In his quest for truth
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Daddy was moved by the spirit
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To take up a snake
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In a moment of doubt the venom turned out
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Stronger than daddy's faith
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But I'll never forget his dying breath
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The last words that he said
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We never walked on the moon
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Elvis ain't dead
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You ain't going crazy
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It's all in your head
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Let me tell ya
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It's all interpretation
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To find the truth you gotta read between the lines
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Work out your own salvation
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That narrow path is had to define
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Heaven's more than a place
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It's a state of mind
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State of mind
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It's All In Your Head
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| Diamond Rio |
