| Aye put the bottle down |
| Aye man focus |
| Yo I need you to hit record |
| Dag nabbit |
| Yo hit record |
| I I gotta say somethin |
| Oh ok |
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| See the devil can make bail but heaven can make sail |
| You better be better than better when you exhale |
| Cause the bottle your facing is making you wasted |
| It's laced with the demons of the dream that you're chasing |
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| Now everybody knows another rambling man |
| You make a melody and he can make a hell of a band |
| Sing songs about the backwoods and drink moonshine till your backwards |
| Till you're gone with the devil on a lonely road |
| And you ain't never getting back till the morning crows |
| So we can sing a little riddle, sing a little riddle |
| Sing a little riddle bout the moonshine days |
| We can sing a little riddle, sing a little riddle |
| Sing a little riddle about the good old days |
| I'm slowly moving holy to the glory of better days |
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| So I'll row down the river till I've gone away |
| Row down the river till I'm drawn away |
| You can wash me of my demons cause I've gone to pray |
| Wash me of my demons cause I'm born today |
| So I'll row down the river till I've gone away |
| Row down the river till I'm drawn away |
| You can wash me of my demons cause I've gone to pray |
| Wash me of my demons cause I'm born today |
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| See when your pickup is broke down |
| You live in a broke town |
| You gotta get creative on the way that you throw down |
| You pick up your banjo and make up your own show |
| But watch out for the devil cause he's there when you don't know |
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| Cuz everybody knows another rambling man |
| You make a melody he can make a hell of a band |
| Sing songs about the backwoods and drink moonshine till your backwards |
| Till you're gone with the devil on a lonely road |
| And you ain't never getting back till the morning crows |
| So we can sing a little riddle, sing a little riddle |
| Sing a little riddle bout the moonshine days |
| We can sing a little riddle, sing a little riddle |
| Sing a little riddle about the good old days |
| I'm slowly moving holy to the glory of better days |
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| So I'll row down the river till I've gone away |
| Row down the river till I'm drawn away |
| You can wash me of my demons cause I've gone to pray |
| Wash me of my demons cause I'm born today |
| So I'll row down the river till I've gone away |
| Row down the river till I'm drawn away |
| You can wash me of my demons cause I've gone to pray |
| Wash me of my demons cause I'm born today |
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