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CAN'T GO TO HEAVEN

If you ask me, no telling.
Question not my lies.
It's the Ballad of poor John Akin,
From the valley where the black crow flies.

Well, high up on a mountain
In the place where he lays his head
There's Bibles in the wall there.
A graveyard under his bed.

Oh you must be a lover of the LORD (x3)
Or you can't go to heaven when you die.

Well he's tying them bones together,
He's a-ringin' that chapel bell.
Well, they say that he worships the devil,
His soul is doomed for Hell.

They took John Akin away.
They locked him up in some home.
His eyes would fill with tears
Just a sittin' there all alone.

Well, now he's dead and buried
In a field far away so cold.
The townspeople never knew him
But I know he had a sad old soul.

Oh you must be a lover of the LORD (x3)
Or you can't go to heaven when you die.

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