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It was sunday morning, i was seven years old |
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In the backyard playing in a big mudhole |
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I was all decked out, ready for church |
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Had my brand new suit all covered in dirt |
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Mama hit the ceiling she was fit to be tied |
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Talkin 'bout how shes gonna tan my hide |
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But daddy was laughing when i changed my clothes |
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'saying "mama leave the boy alone" |
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Cause if the good die young |
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If the good die young |
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Mama's little boy gonna have alot of fun |
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Cause he's gonna live forever if the good die young |
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Ten years later had a hot rod ford |
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Constable clocked me at a hundred and four |
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Judge said "boy you're gonna hurt yourself |
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You'd a long been dead if you were anybody else" |
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Cause if the good die young |
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If the good die young |
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Oh there ain't a sentence gonna hold you son |
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Cause he's gonna live forever if the good die young |
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Well i got a good heart, i wouldn't hurt a soul |
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But i'm gonna keep rocking till they call that roll |
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Old st.peter he's gonna have to wait |
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I'm gonna go to heaven but i might be late |
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(chorus) |
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Cause if the good die young |
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If the good die young |
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Pedal to the metal, let your motor run |
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Cause he's gonna live forever if the good die young |
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(chorus) |
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And if the good die young |
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If the good die young |
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They got the jams, we'll have some fun |
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Cause i'm gonna live forever if the good die young |
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