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A bouncy, energetic country ditty about one resisting life's "forbidden" temptations!
Music and lyrics by Mason Douglas

Lyrics

I confess it’s against my better judgment

The way I’m living loud and having fun, man

Paint the town red as the barn, it don’t take much to twist my arm

Sunday morning preach to me, but Saturday night sure speaks to me



Aw, that angel sitting on my shoulder

Says they’ll be hell to pay

But aw, that devil on the other shoulder

Always gets his way



Fellowship that I get with my brothers

Saves my soul one sip after another

Self-righteous always would…tell me nothing good

Happens after midnight, but then I saw the neon light



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The voices in my head say, boy, I know what’s best for you

They babble on bout right and wrong, but I know which one I’ll choose, like I always do

And I’m like
I confess it’s against my better judgment

The way I’m living loud and having fun, man

Paint the town red as the barn, it don’t take much to twist my arm

Sunday morning preach to me, but Saturday night sure speaks to me



Aw, that angel sitting on my shoulder

Says they’ll be hell to pay

But aw, that devil on the other shoulder

Always gets his way



Fellowship that I get with my brothers

Saves my soul one sip after another

Self-righteous always would…tell me nothing good

Happens after midnight, but then I saw the neon light



CHORUS



The voices in my head say, boy, I know what’s best for you

They babble on bout right and wrong, but I know which one I’ll choose, like I always do

And I’m like



CHORUS