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Faubush Hill
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Winfield Tennessee
Getting whipped on by the bible belt has left it's scars on me Corn raised in Kentucky Turns to mash in Tennessee I never was no moonshine girl That stuff's too strong for me So I ride on down to Winfield For the devils company
Summers in Kentucky, 98 in the shade I've had my share of sweet tea I'm growing tired of lemonade I can't see that ole bootlegger He goes to church with mom and me So I ride on down to Winfield For the devils company
And it happens every-time I can't cross the county line without crying I try to imagine what it's like Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To be blinded by the light and left there crying Left there dying In the devils company
Uncle Bob & Bobby they were taking their last ride On there way home from Knoxville On a stormy Friday night That ole Slavey boy was racing Winding curves and blinding hills It was just outside of Winfield Where the devil took his wheel
And it happens every-time I can't cross the county line without crying I try to imagine what it's like To be blinded by the light and left there crying Left there dying In the devils company
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