I let it all hang out last night I come in hung over this morning My woman met me at the door Preachin' me this warnin' She said Dillon you're gonna have to change Your sinful way of living But she's playing hell Trying to get me to heaven Oh I promised to go to church with her 'Bout a month of Sundays ago Well here it is Sunday again I ain't been once in a row Every time that ole church bell rings You can hear my rod 'n reel a singing And she's playing hell Trying to get me to heaven She's playing hell, trying to get me to heaven There ain't no way all my sins can be forgiven They say there's only ten commandments, but I broke at least eleven She's playing hell, trying to get me to heaven She went out and bought me A Sunday got to meeting suti I must confess it looked pretty sharp With my deer hunting boots But I wore holes in both the knees Trying to roll them sevens She's playing hell Trying to get me to heaven Repeat chorus Yes she's playing hell trying to get me to heaven
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