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Calling The Maker Lyrics


Aimee Allen Calling The Maker


Get my money and pay my bail put me baby in the county jail
Do my time lord and i wont tell everybody everybody going to hell
Pick back my fat skin my bones thirty two teeth crack throwing
stones call on jesus bring us home i aint done nothin but love hey
love chorus all calling the maker dirty from the salt from the
undertaker Dawn i hear john the revelater mamas in the kicthen
dancing and singin



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