It was Sunday morning I was seven years old in the backyard playing in a big mud hole
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I was all decked out ready for church and my brand new suit was all covered in dirt
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Mama hit the ceiling she was fit to be tied talking bout how she's gonna tan my hide
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Daddy was laughing as I changed my clothes said mama leave the boy alone
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Cause if the good die young if the good die young
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Mama's little boy gonna have a lot of fun
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Cause he's gonna live forever if the good die young
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[ guitar ]
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Ten years later I had a hot rod Ford constable clocked me at a hundred and four
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Judge said boy you're gonna hurt yourself
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You'd a long been dead if you were anybody else
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Cause if the good die young if the good die young
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Oh there ain't a sentence gonna hold you son
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Cause you're gonna live forever if the good die young
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[ fiddle ]
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Well I've got a good heart I wouldn't hurt a soul
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But I'm gonna keep rocking till they call that roll
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Old St Pete he's gonna have to wait I'm gonna go to Heaven but I might be late
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Cause if the good die young Lord if the good die young
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Pedal to the metal let your motor run
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Cause I'm gonna live forever if the good die young
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If the good die young Lord if the good die young
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They got the jams I got the fun
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I'm gonna live forever if the good die young
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Yeah I'm gonna live forever if the good die young
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If The Good Die Young
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Tracy Lawrence |