| I grew up just west of the tracks
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| Holding me to hold me back
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| Around your door she’s calling out my name
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| I come in at 5 AM
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| And she is waiting for me
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| She said, «Where have you been?», I said, «I was out!»
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| She said, «You're no good cause you’re running without love»
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| And I’m going straight to Hell
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| Just like my momma said
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| I’m going straight to Hell (to Hell, woohoo)
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| I’m going straight to Hell
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| Just like my momma said
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| I’m going straight to Hell (oh and I’m gonna burn it down, baby)
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| The black widow and the ladies man
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| Met down at the laundromat
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| And tried to make me understand
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| And just then, her mother bursts in
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| And said, «You're the son of that bitch in the wind
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| Get out of my house and hit the road»
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| And I kept falling like a Rolling Stones' song
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| Cause I’m going straight to Hell
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| Just like my momma said
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| I’m going straight to Hell (oh straight to Hell)
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| I’m going straight to Hell
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| Just like my momma said
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| I’m going straight to Hell
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| The stars came out and warned me so
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| As I walked on down the road
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| Fifty bucks and a suitcase steered me clear
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| She took my hand as we walked into the sun
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| A new day’s promise had just begun
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| We’ll make it alone whether you like it or not
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| And I turned around and shouted «Help me momma!»
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| Cause I’m going straight to Hell
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| Just like my momma said
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| I’m going straight to Hell
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| Oh yeah, I’m going straight to Hell
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| Ooh just like my momma said
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| I’m going straight to Hell
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| (Oh Lord help us
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| Yeah I’ll bring the whiskey boys
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| Y’all taking me with ya
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| Help me Jesus, help me Jesus, we all are
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| Oh!) |