Well my worn-out boots are taking me downtown
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and I'm looking for trouble and I wanna get loud.
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Serve me up a drink and I'll shoot it right down
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and I'll jump up on the bar and holler "One more round!"
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I'm going straight to hell
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Ain't nothing slowin' me down
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I'm going straight to hell
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so you just better get me one more round!
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Well back in the day with my uncle Jed,
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he kept a lot of moonshine out in the shed.
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He taught me how to drink - how to be real proud
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of my hillbilly ways and my outlaw style.
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I'm going straight to hell
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Ain't nothing stoppin' me now
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I'm headin' straight to hell
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so you just better get me one more round!
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Well I'm racin' these backroads trying to save my life,
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'cause the sherriff wants to kill me 'cause I fucked his wife.
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Always on the run with a gun in my hand
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'cause I like a good time and a one-night stand.
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I'm going straight to hell
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Ain't nothing slowin' me down
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I'm going straight to hell
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so you just better get me one more round!
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So you just better get me one more round!
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Straight To Hell
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Hank Williams III |