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I see your fire and brimstoneThat billboard sign on the roadBut you can't scare me to HeavenWith gasoline on my soulThis that backroad baptism, weed smokin', syrup sippin'Whiskey river, carry me homeI've been known to find my kind of peopleThat ain't at home underneath church steeplesYou'd be surprised the places I find JesusThat ain't the regular crowdI've been down and outI'm better with the lost than the foundMy solid groundIs better with the lost than the foundI learn my lessons in dive barsHad Sunday school on the streetsI've done my searchin' behind barsRed letters settin' me freeThis that backroad baptism, weed smokin', syrup sippin'Whiskey river carry me homeI've been known to find my kind of peopleThat ain't at home underneath church steeplesYou'd be surprised the places I find JesusThat ain't the regular crowdI've been down and outI'm better with the lost than the foundMy solid groundIs better with the lost than the foundI'm better with the lost than the foundLord, won't you hear my prayers?I'm better with the lost than the foundIt's where I find my solid groundThis that backroad baptism, weed smokin', syrup sippin'Whiskey river carry me homeI've been known to find my kind of peopleThat ain't at home underneath church steeplesYou'd be surprised the places I find JesusThat ain't the regular crowdI've been down and outI'm better with the lost than the foundMy solid groundIs better with the lost than the found
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