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I keep losin’ little pieces of my soul
I keep hangin’ on but out the door she goes
It’s those dance hall girls in Baltimore and Mobile Alabam
They call my name and …… there I am

Right there dancin’ with the devil though I know there’s hell to pay
But I sorta kinda figured I’d wind up there any way
Now it’s time to pay the fiddler and I ain’t got a dime
So write asbestos letters sweet angel o mine

I got sixteen percent whiskey in my veins
I got the honky tonkin’ bluesin’ on my brain
It just beckons me along I can’t help but sing its song
It’s got a force so strong I swear I’m not to blame

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