Well somethin' keeps a tappin' on the window over there
Wind is blowin' colder we should [?] no longer prayer
And as I dream about girl I left down in the willow grove
The kettle starts to whistle on the stove
I put my knife on it
I got excited
Somebody stop me
I wanna bite it
God help me, Satan behind me, dig another hole in the ground
And hang me for hangin' around
Well, you might think me wicked, but I'm not the only guy
You know there's plenty in this bar here done worser things that I
Considerin' the past of that girl your hittin' on
You better get yer pistol outta pawn
I put my knife on it
I got excited
Somebody stop me
I wanna bite it
God help me, Satan behind me, dig another hole in the ground
Hang me for hangin' around
When I'm called upon to reckon I'll beg the mercy of the Lord
Yeah I bet every single thing I've done I did when I was bored
So let the wind take the skins let the sun bleach the bones
Let the river wash the blood off of His stones
I put my knife on it
I got excited
Somebody stop me
I wanna bite it
God help me, Satan behind me, dig another hole in the ground
And hang me for hangin' around
Yeah and hang me for hangin' around

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