Three steps
Oooh, He can't refrain.
Chasing whiskey or Dames
Three steps from heaven.
Both feet in the flames.
Seven come eleven.
Old Satan called his name.
He's got a short ride
On a hell bound train..
Time to pay the toll.
No Doubt of blame.
He traded his soul..
And forsake all shame.
Then an Angle said son.
Now, You need to pray
Three steps from heaven.
Both feet in the flames.
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