Lyrics

Preacher man done told me Son you better change Shakin' that bible Sayin' the devil was to blame Now mama said the same thing Mama said the same damn thing Thumpin' that bible Sayin' the devil was to blame Now the devil these women I said loathely untrusted No, you can't live with them But you can't live without them Because the devil gave her horns Like the lord gave her her wings She'll fly you up high Then drag you down beneath Check yourself before you wreck yourself I hate to pull the gloves down off the shelf You better pace yourself, you better save yourself Cuz I'm the champ motherfucker, I can go all twelve Cuz I hate to fuck up that baby face I quit school cuz of recess trick, I don't play I'm from Mississippi, I be breakin' down bricks I be pickin' out seeds, I be pickin' out sticks, yeah! Preacher man done told me. son you better change He was shakin' that bible, saying the devil was to blame Now mama said the same thing Mama said the same damn thing Shakin' that bible, but I know I's to blame
Writer(s): Alvin Adcock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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