Текст песни George Strait - She`s Playing Hell Trying To Get Me To H
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(Dean Dillon/Charles Quillen/David Wills)I let it all hang out last nightCome in hung over this morningMy woman met me at the doorPreaching me this warningShe said "You`re gonna have to changeYour sinful way of living"She`s playing HellTrying to get me to HeavenWell I promised to go to church with herAbout a month of Sundays agoAnd here it is, it`s Sunday againAnd I ain`t been once in a rowAnd everytime that old church bell ringsYou can hear my rod and reel singingShe`s playing HellTrying to get me to HeavenShe`s playing HellTrying to get me to Heaven`Cause there ain`t no wayAll my sins could be forgivenThere`s only Ten CommandmentsBut I broke at least elevenShe`s playing HellTrying to get me to HeavenShe went out and bought meA Sunday go-meeting suitAnd I must confess it looked pretty sharpWith my old hunting bootsBut wore holes in both the kneesTrying to roll them sevensShe`s playing HellTrying to get me to HeavenShe`s playing HellTrying to get me to Heaven