Devil Died In Dixie

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[Verse]
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When the devil went down to Georgia, came to 'Bama for revenge
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He'd a never went down to Dixie if he knew what he was in for
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Well, he walked his way from Macon with that murder on his mind
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The night he met ol' W.T. right passed the Monroe County  Line
 
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[Verse]
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Well, W.T. was a navy vet and the meanest cuss around
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He had a nasty reputation, was the toughest man in town
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Owned the Monroe Service Station and an ambulance to drive
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Well, that devil could'a used one past the Monroe County Line
 
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[Verse]
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Well, W.T. was a honest man and the God-fearing kind
 
But he got kicked out of the Baptist church, didn't vote the county dry
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Well, the devil heard what happened so he asked him for a ride
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And now that devil's sittin' shotgun passed the Monroe County Line
 
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Well, the devil gave directions told W.T. right where to go
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They wound up in the black of night down a God forsaken road
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Devil said, "Let's park the truck and take a walk down through these pines"
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With a gun to W.T.'s head past the Monroe County Line
 
 
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[Verse]
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Well, W.T. didn't bat an eye, did what the devil said
 
As they walked down that ol' logging road in the 'Bama timberland
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Well, they came up on a six foot hole with red clay 'round the sides
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Someone's 'bout to lay down past the Monroe Countyyyy Liiiiine
 
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Well, the devil told ol' W.T. "Get on your knees and beg"
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As W.T. was getting down he pulled that switchblade from his leg
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He stabbed him once and that devil dropped that old colt .45
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Now, the devil's bleeding out right passed the Monroe County (Line)
 
 
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[Outro]
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Now, maybe down in Georgia he bet Johnny for his soul
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But when he crossed ol' W.T. that devil wound up in a hole
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Should'a known that down in 'Bama you don't make it out alive
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Now, the devil's buried somewhere past the Monroe County Line
 
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