I pulled into Memphis, I could not slow down
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My brakes were gone, I wrecked the car...fire on the ground
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Then my car exploded and the flames licked my chin
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And my life flashed before my eyes like an X-rated film
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Like a poison arrow my soul shot through the sky
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Landed there at heaven's gate, much to my surprise
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And an angel with a halo walked up and said, "Hey, dude!
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Welcome to Heaven...we've got this glass of milk for you."
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I said, "Hey St. Peter, won't you open up your gate...
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I hear the Devil calling, now please don't make me late.
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He's got loud guitars, alcohol, cheap Jamaican whores...
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I don't want to stay in Heaven no more."
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Well, Satan came a-running, said, "Hey, that boy is mine!"
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He had a John Hiatt T-Shirt and trouble in his eye
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Then the Devil on Cloud 7 and St. Peter on Cloud 4
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Played a hand of poker, and the winner gets my soul
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Chorus
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Well the last thing I remember, Satan held two Jacks
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And I woke up in the back of a Memphis ambulance
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And I do not know for certain which cards St. Peter held
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So I'm breaking all ten commandments to make sure I go to Hell
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Chorus
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Hey St. Peter
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