(E) AS WE JOURNEY ALONG, ON (A) LIFE'S WICKED (E) ROAD,
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SO SELFISH ARE WE, FOR SILVER AND (B7) GOLD,
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YOU CAN (E) TREASURE YOUR WEALTH, YOUR (A) DIAMONDS AND (E) GOLD,
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BUT MY FRIENDS IT WON'T SAVE, YOUR (B7) POOR WICKED (E) SOUL.
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FOR WHEN GOD CALLS, FROM HIS HOME UP ON HIGH,
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TO YOUR EARTHLY WEALTH, YOU MUST SAY GOODBYE,
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THEN IT'S USELESS TO YOU, IF YOU'VE STRAYED FROM THE FOLD,
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FOR MY FRIEND IT WON'T SAVE YOUR POOR WICKED SOUL.
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THE RICH MAN LIKE ALL, WILL BE JUDGED AT THAT TIME,
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BUT ALL OF HIS WEALTH, WILL BE LEFT BEHIND.
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FOR NO MATTER HOW MUCH EARTHLY WEALTH YOU GET HOLD,
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WELL MY FRIEND IT WON'T SAVE, YOUR POOR WICKED SOUL.
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THIS VERSE ON DEMO RECORD ONLY * * * * *
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WHEN THE WORLD IS ON FIRE, ON THAT JUDGEMENT DAY,
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FOR ALL OF OUR WRONGS, THEN WE MUST PAY,
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BUT THE DEBT CAN'T BE PAID, WITH SILVER AND GOLD,
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NO FRIENDS IT WON'T SAVE, YOUR POOR WICKED SOUL.
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WEALTH WON'T SAVE YOUR SOUL
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Hank Williams |