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This town, she is a temptress a siren with gold eyes
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She'll cut you with her kindness, she will lead you with her lies.
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She's been called a glistening devil. She's good at keeping score
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If you make it she's your savior, if you don't she's a w***e.
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The roads to and from her heart are littered with grave souls.
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They gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes.
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Sure we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy and Bobby Bares.
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She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merle's and the Music Row millionaires.
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Like a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile
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To a free man she's a prison, to a caged one she's a fire.
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She's the reason there's a 'Sunday Morning Coming Down'.
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'I Saw The Light', 'A Boy Named Sue', 'He Stopped Loving Her Today'.
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'The Pill' and '16th Avenue'.
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The Ryman, oh, she's a diamond in the crown of that wicked queen.
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She was Roy Acuff's castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream
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It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all gloom and crass,
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But to find gold in this silver mine it does take balls of brass.
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For she's seen 'em come and seen 'em go
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And came herself a time or two.
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No matter how satisfied her screams sound she always wants someone new
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The next him or them or her or all with stamina to last the night,
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To be a star in this lady's town, you can screw or you can fight
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You see, it all comes down to money
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Not romantic art of days gone past,
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If you forget that rule, you can bet your backside she will bury it in your ass.
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A tramp, a slut, a b***h, a mutt, a thousand pawn shop guitars.
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A nasty little needle to a vein that feeds a singer's heart.
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She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limp
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The agents are her bookie and the labels are her pimp
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I'll tell you a well-known secret of a tiny place known far and wide
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The devil walks among us folks and Nashville is his bride.
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Of all the chaos he has caused, and done
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His greatest trick is to every guitar-totin' dreamer
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The devil don't exist... but me, I shook his hand
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And I know that he is real
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So devil, you can go screw yourself, and then go straight to hell.
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Devil, devil, I feel you preying on my mind
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I got nine things going wrong right now and her leaving makes a dime
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I'm mad as hell, and drunk, and well tonight, I guess we'll see
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If devil, devil, you're bad enough to lock horns with me
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Level, level, in search of solid ground
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This swinging, swaying, side to side, is tossing me around
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I got a hanker for an anchor to steady up my bow
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Level, level, tie this rebel down
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Crazy, crazy, calling out my name
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I got one foot on the platform and the other's on a train
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Save me, save me, I know what's in store
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Crazy, crazy, hell, I've been there before
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Danger, danger, the way you're looking there at me
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Be careful what you wish for, you might get what you don't need
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I'm a brush fire on a drought land, and you're a Santa Ana breeze
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Danger, danger, don't you play around with me
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Crazy, crazy, calling out my name
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I got one foot on the platform and the other's on a train
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Save me, save me, I know what's in store
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Crazy, crazy, hell, I've been there before
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Angel, angel, heavenly body in holy jeans
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On second thought, get over here and wrap me in your wings
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Throw caution to the wind and honey, give me what I need
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Angel, angel, love this devil, devil... out of me