Mama told me,
"Always look out for them hooligans
down at the bar with their black leather
jackets. They'll take you to no place good
boy. No place good at'all."
Mama don't you worry!
"They live too fast, with drinks in their hands
and the devils music deafening the good Lord.
I'm praying for your soul son."
Mama don't you worry!
I got the freewill to decide
between life and sin. It sounds too good,
moves so fast and them drinks make ya
feel alright. Is that so wrong mama?
"Son, son, son,
you got me worried."
Mama don't you worry!
Ain't no devil gonna take me to the crossroads.
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