| Well I walked into a bar
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| With my hat pulled way down low
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| I just hit town and there ain’t nobody I know
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| The smoke was kinda thick
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| But the scene was pretty cool
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| So I grabbed a beer and thought I’d shoot some pool
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| Yeah just then the bar mate
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| She walked up and she called me out
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| She said, «Cowboy why you got your hat pulled down?»
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| I said, «Underneath this hat
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| Well there’s a devil standin' tall
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| And an angel on my shoulder
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| To make me guilty for it all
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| I said underneath this hat
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| Well there’s a Texan standin' proud
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| And there’s a beggar just lookin' for a crown»
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| Well I walked into a church
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| One Sunday mornin' late
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| Tryin' to figure out what made me go astray
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| The preacher was preachin' 'bout
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| Some brimstone and fire
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| And where I was goin'
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| If I didn’t change my way
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| Just then he called me out
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| He said, «Son, why don’t you come on down?
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| Dry those tears and pull off that hat you got pulled down»
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| I said «Preacher, underneath this hat
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| Well there’s a devil standin' tall
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| And an angel on my shoulder
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| To make me guilty for it all
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| I said underneath this hat
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| Well there’s a Texan standin' proud
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| And there’s a sinner tryin' to get Heaven bound»
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| And I said «Underneath this hat
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| Lord there’s a devil standin' tall
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| And my mama on my shoulder
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| Tryin' to save me from it all
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| I said underneath this hat
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| Well there’s a Texan standin' proud
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| And there’s a sinner tryin' to get Heaven bound»
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| Yeah I said, «There's a beggar just lookin' for a crown» |