Lyrics
Come gather round people
Come sit by the fire
Ive stories to tell of a
Sick old liar
His mask full of Gas and his
Mouth full of gin
He lied to the judge and
Somehow he lives
Oh
That Man was a talker from
Old Tennessee
I lost count of the stories that
He told me
The Devil himself tried to
Take the mans tongue
But the man took the devils and
Started to run
Oh
Hes a sinner
Hes a saint
Hes a main with a gun and
Hes on the run
Hes a sinner
Hes a saint
He lives by the way of an old holy book
And Hes on the hunt
For you
The Devil caught up to this
Man on the lamb
Told him boy youll be rich
If you shake my hand
But the Man knew his way around
Words like a snake
And he left the devil with
Hell to pay
Oh
Hes a sinner
Hes a saint
Hes a main with a gun and
Hes on the run
Hes a sinner
Hes a saint
He lives by the way of an old holy book
Hes a sinner
Hes a saint
Hes a main with a gun and
Hes on the run
Hes a sinner
Hes a saint
He lives by the way of an old holy book
And He's on the hunt
For you
WRITERS
Clayton Murphy, Jesse Pritt
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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