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We met old Satan down where two roads cross |
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Just me and brother Davy by my side |
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It was in the prairie town of Wichita |
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We shook hands with Satan on a deal that night |
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You will be exalted in the evil works of men |
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High power rollin' over land and sea |
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But some dark night I'll be coming 'round again |
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And take one of you down back to hell with me |
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Oil spills and cancer towns was our stepping stones |
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Immigration bills and foreclosure homes |
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States' rights we proclaimed |
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Like in the good old Jim Grow days |
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Our highest aim was to take your vote away |
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Now brother is gone brother is gone |
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Brother is gone little brother is gone |
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When I woke up this morning he was gone |
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His bed was made there's his Bible too |
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Did he have time to put on his travelin' shoes |
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Brother is gone little brother is gone |
