Текст песни GEORGE STRAIT - She's Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To Heaven
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Текст песни GEORGE STRAIT - She's Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To Heaven
I Let it All Hang out Last NightI Come in Hung over this MorningMy Woman Met Me at the DoorPreachin' Me this Warnin'She Said Dillon You're Gonna Have to ChangeYour Sinful Way of LivingBut She's Playing Hell( )Trying to Get Me to HeavenOh I Promised to Go to Church with Her'Bout a Month of Sundays AgoWell Here it Is Sunday AgainI Ain't Been Once in a RowEvery Time That Ole Church Bell RingsYou Can Hear My Rod 'N Reel a SingingAnd She's Playing HellTrying to Get Me to Heaven[Chorus:]She's Playing Hell, Trying to Get Me to HeavenThere Ain't No Way All My Sins Can Be ForgivenThey Say There's Only Ten Commandments, but I Broke at Least ElevenShe's Playing Hell, Trying to Get Me to HeavenShe Went out and Bought MeA Sunday Got to Meeting SutiI must Confess it Looked Pretty SharpWith My Deer Hunting BootsBut I Wore Holes in Both the KneesTrying to Roll Them SevensShe's Playing HellTrying to Get Me to Heaven[Chorus]Yes She's Playing Hell Trying to Get Me to HeavenSeven Come Eleven Baby Come on