If The Good Die Young

It was Sunday morning I was seven years old
In the backyard playing in a big mudhole
I was all decked out ready for church
Had my brand-new suit all covered in dirt

I’m a hit the ceiling she was fit to be tied
Talkin’ about how she’s gonna tan my eye
But daddy wasn’t laughing when I changed my clothes
Said Mama leave the boy alone

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Ten years later, had a hot rod Ford
Constable clocked me at a 104
Judge said boy you’re gonna hurt yourself
You’d have long been dead if you was anybody else

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Well I got a good heart I wouldn’t hurt a soul
But I’m gonna keep rocking ’til they call that roll
Old St. Peter’s gonna have to wait
I’m gonna go to heaven but I might be late

I’m gonna live forever if the good die young