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Now gather around me all you rambling men
and hear this tale that I must tell
It’s about a fellow from down in Alabam
I’m sure you knew him well
He loved to sing and he loved to love
and he loved a cold cold beer
But his soul went up to the good lord above
at a very early year

Popping pills is gonna get you
passing thrills but they won’t let you
Slip away they won’t forget you
they’re gonna steal your soul some day

I’ll tell you about a fellow who’s been around a while
He’s been twice to Hell and back
He doesn’t dress in the most particular style
but everything he wears is black
He found his Jesus then he seemed to lose the way
for the devil had him in his grip
Now it wont be long some unkind people say
before he takes his final trip

Popping pills is gonna get you
passing thrills but they won’t let you
Slip away they won’t forget you
they’re gonna steal your soul some day

Now finally let me tell about another crazy guy,
one of Nashville’s favourite sons
He missed so many concerts through getting way too high
that they called him no show Jones
Just one drink, just one more was his idea of fun
he thought he'd have himself a ball
Now he takes great pleasure in telling everyone
that he lived to tell it all

Popping pills is gonna get you
passing thrills but they won’t let you
Slip away they won’t forget you
they’re gonna steal your soul some day
Good Lord they're gonna steal your soul some day

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