Pure Prairie League - Pickin' To Beat The Devil текст песни

Songs to God's glory

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Now I'm pickin' to beat the devil
And you know he's on my tail
But the Lord is in my fingers
And He won't let me fail

I found myself in a roadside barroom
I was drinking my time away
Kentucky woman and Tennessee whiskey
It's gonna be hell to pay

A worn out chevy and a beat up Martin is all I'll ever own
My worthless life is dedicated to bringing God's children home

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Fourteen songs and a temperance sermon that's what a good meal buys
For a little extra there's a guitar solo called Reward In The Sky

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