| Well, he was the assistant preacher
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| And the Sunday school teacher
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| In the church that I grew up in She was a looker from Atlanta
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| Led the choir, played piano
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| Had a body that was made for sin
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| She didn’t care he was married
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| Cause the torch that she carried
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| Was hotter then the fires of hell
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| She had plans to seduce him
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| If she could she would loosen
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| A notch in the Bible belt
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| So she called him up at home
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| When she knew he’d be alone
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| Said preacher I could use advice
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| I got troubles with a man
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| That I know you’ll understand
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| If you could help me it would sure be nice
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| They met a few minutes after
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| In the office of the pastor
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| And she started telling how she felt
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| What a chance they were takin'
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| When they first started breakin'
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| The laws of the Bible belt
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| There’s a lot of good people
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| Who are led astray
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| That believe what the good book said
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| Well, I’ll tell ya something brother
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| When you’re dealin' with the devil
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| It’s tough to keep a level head
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| And it’s hard to imagine
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| How the flames of passion
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| Can burn till your soul will melt
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| And it’ll spread like a cancer
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| But you’re gonna have to answer
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| To the Lord and the Bible belt
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| Yeah
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| Someone said they went to Vegas
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| Back home it didn’t take us long
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| To hear the news of what they did
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| Nobody could believe
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| That he left his wife to grieve
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| Alone with two preschool kids
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| I don’t know how there doin'
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| But I know that they’re screwin' up A good thing they once had
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| They better get their heads together
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| Or they’re gonna slap leather
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| With the Lord and the Bible belt…
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| Oh…
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| There’s a lot of good people
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| Who are led astray
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| That believe what the good book said
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| Well, I’ll tell ya something brother
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| When you’re dealin' with the devil
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| It’s tough to keep a level head
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| And it’s hard to imagine
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| How the flames of passion
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| Can burn till your soul will melt
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| And it’ll spread like a cancer
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| But you’re gonna have to answer
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| To the Lord and the Bible belt
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| They better get their heads together
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| Or they’re gonna slap leather
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| With the Lord and the Bible belt…
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| Yeah, Lord
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| Amen, brother |