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God is good all the time, yeah, all the time God is good
But I'm fucking tired of being polite and overall misunderstood
So I snuck on out into the street, cigarette between my teeth
Thought I heard a front door creak, it was just my neighbor with her cup of tea
She said, "What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?
Well, I guess that's how west Memphis probably feels
Whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain"
Ain't that just how them city slickers deal?
But I'm fucking tired of being polite and overall misunderstood
So I snuck on out into the street, cigarette between my teeth
Thought I heard a front door creak, it was just my neighbor with her cup of tea
She said, "What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?
Well, I guess that's how west Memphis probably feels
Whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain"
Ain't that just how them city slickers deal?
'Cause it ain't the boots, it ain't the bars
It ain't the trip on out to Mars
It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you
I ain't got no horse out in the race
But what flows from that same place
Is this tragedy we all know is the truth
That country ain't a costume
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Don't you let them dress you
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Battleship and ouija board, who could ever ask for more?
Formula from the corner store, they had no idea they grew up poor
It was TBN and praise the Lord, then Powerball was on by four
Granny said to trust the Lord, he'll heal the sick and settle every score
What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?
Well I guess that's how west Memphis probably feels
But whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain
And ain't that just how them city slickers deal?
And it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars
It ain't the trip on out to Mars
It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you
I ain't got no horse out in the race
But what flows from that same place
Is this tragedy we all know is the truth
That country ain't a costume
What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?
Well I guess that's how west Memphis probably feels
But whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain
And ain't that just how them city slickers deal?
And it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars
It ain't the trip on out to Mars
It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you
I ain't got no horse out in the race
But what flows from that same place
Is this tragedy we all know is the truth
That country ain't a costume
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Don't you let them dress you
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
They'll dress you up, sell you out and cut you down
Play their good old goddamn games
Until the gospel gets around
It ain't the boots, it ain't the bars
It ain't the trip on out to Mars
It's a well that's dug down deep inside of you
You can wear the hats and hit the gas
And wonder where you'll end up next
If you're lucky one, the truth will follow you
That country ain't a costume
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Don't you let them dress you
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm
The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
As long as this goes
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
No one knows the cost
Cost
Don't you let them dress you
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm
The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
As long as this goes
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
No one knows the cost
Cost
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