I was a born a fighter
Yeah, an out-all-nighter
Smoke and whiskey ain’t no strangers to me
She’s a saint, though
And wears a golden halo
She’s not much for sin
She keeps her soul clean
And I know I might not make it into Heaven
I never take the time to get down on my knees
I’m not the kind to go searchin’ for redemption
So how’d I ever get this lucky to live
Under the arm of an angel
When all I’ve ever been
Is a handful of hell?
Well, I ain’t worth it
I’m so far from perfect
I sowed my wild oats
I planted some bad seeds
But she’s amazing grace
And so full of good things
That she believes she can love the Devil out of me
And I know I might not make it into Heaven
I never take the time to get down on my knees
And I’m not the kind to go searchin’ for redemption
So how’d I ever get this lucky to live
Under the arm of an angel
When all I’ve ever been
Is a handful of hell?
I said I know I might not make it into Heaven
I never take the time to get down on my knees
And I’m not the kind to go searchin’ for redemption
So how’d I ever get this lucky to live
Under the arm of an angel
When all I’ve ever been
Is a handful of hell?
Said I was a born a fighter
Yeah, an out-all-nighter
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