Satan Is Real-straight To Hell

Satan is real working in spirit.
You can see him an' hear him every day.
Satan is real working with power,
He can tempt you an' lead you astray.

(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......)

Well, my worn out boots are takin' me down town,
An' I'm lookin' for trouble an' I wanna get loud.
Serve me up a drink an' I'll shoot it right down,
An' I'll jump up on the bar an' holler: "One more round."

I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down.
An' I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
So you just better get me one more round.

Well, back in the day with my Uncle Jim,
He kept a lotta moonshine out in the shed.
Taught me how to drink, how to be real proud,
Of my hillbilly ways an' my outlaw style.

I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down.
I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
So you just better get me one more round.

Instrumental Break.

Well, I'm bracin' these back roads tryin' to save my life,
'Cause the Sheriff wants to kill me 'cause I f****d his wife.
I was on the run with a gun in my hand,
'Cause I liked a good time an' a one-night stand.

I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down.
I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.)
So you just better get me one more round.
Hell, you just better get me one more round