He pushed me 'round
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now I'm drawin' the line
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He lived his life
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now I'm gonna go live mine
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I'm sick on wastin' my time
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Well now I've been good for way too long
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Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on
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'Bout to get too far gone
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
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Need a little bit more of my tweleve ounce nutrition
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One more helpin' of what I've been havin'
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I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon
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On a mission to make something happen
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Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson
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Do a little mattress dancin'
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That's right I said mattress dancin'
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
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Need a little bit more
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of what I've been missin'
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I don't know where I'll be crashin'
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But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon
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When it's my turn to march up to old glory
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I'm gonna have one hell of a story
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That's if he forgives me
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Oh, lord please forgive me
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
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Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
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They may take me
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with my feet draggin'
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But I'll fly away on a sin wagon
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I'll fly away on a sin wagon
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Sin Wagon
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