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(Travis Tritt/Charlie Daniels)

They'd been high school sweethearts since they were just fifteen
A storybook beginning with the wedding of their
a riddle
And fuck Charlie Daniels, I don't care if he can fiddle

I'm Satan!

"Devil went down to Georgia; he was looking for a soul to steal"
Which is
never even called me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even call me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me charlie pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
never even called me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
never even called me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
a wrecking ball
Six by six, he was hard as nails
And stood about ten feet tall
He sobered up and moved down south
Found him a man and settled down
Just
and by the Bible you swear
Now is the time to make you speech
Because the right time come
An you a go on like you dumb or them cut out you tongue
Me haffi
winning like we're Charlie Sheen

They done trying to defeat me, stayed on my feet
When they see me, they salute me I'm the king of the streets yeah
I
so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me

Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you
you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
to build a special runway just to get him down.
Before the Chieftains could start to play,
Seven creamy pints came out on a tray.
Shergar was ridden by
to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some
can really blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who (chicka) made you

Back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac or ant'-acid if
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
like?
You confused man, that shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics?
Like 'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin
don't even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics?
Like 'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't fuckin with me
Now
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
a little better 
If we only could remember. 
As we find the original 3-ring binder 
Rewinder the time back to the original daily reminder. 

Verse 3: Charlie
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
then black
out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin'
you done heard about these ballers
We puttin' it down 'til ya platinum
Mo Thugs debut, respresentin' the Land we the bomb-ass album
We out, comin' in
but you can't
All hoes faint when they see the Jag paint
Let's make it crystal clear, Mag's the rookie of da year
By this time next year the whole world
fine print, think about lyrical con-tent
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga