The Legendary Shack Shakers
two tickets to hell
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Well, weâre sick with sin, all our kith and kin
Are pale with woe from the shape weâre in.
Board the Devilâs train and all we got in the end
Are two tickets to Hell.
A traipsinâ woman and a ramblinâ man
Always lead to no good end,
So time to slip beneath the clay
âCause somebodyâs got to fill those graves.
Hereâs two tickets to Hell.
But the drought revealed all the stiffs in the creek.
At last we lay cursing ourselves to sleep.
On the Devilâs train, two coffins at his feet
And two tickets to Hell.
But thereâs a fork in the road, a switch in sight.
Is it right or wrong, is it left or right?
On a Glory-bound train on into the light
Or two tickets to Hell?