Silver blue hair & a cane in her hand
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living to die in the promised land
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handing out flyers for the coming of Christ
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she says raise from the fire for eternal life
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or they'll
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take your mind & they'll strip your faith
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& they'll starve you with nothin' that you already ate
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& they'll compliment just to break you down
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Spin you in circles runnin' round & round
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Good Ole People live
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Good Ole People
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coke bottle glasses & a smile on his face
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He stands on the comer screamin' don't mix the race
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commanding all the children to confess all their sins
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then he beats his wife with a bottle of Gin
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& they'll
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whip your mind just to strip your faith
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counterfeit people comin' to dominate
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& they'll get you high just to greet you down
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Spin you in circles movin' round & round
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Good Ole People live
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Good Ole People give
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But Good Ole People can't drive
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& maybe that's why Good Ole People die
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G.O.P.
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Beth Hart |