Lyrics

If you were to let the devil in
And lead him to the bed that I lay in
And I were to walk in by happenstance
And that sorry man asked for forgiveness
I'd just reach down to my hip and I'd empty out my clip
I pride myself on even temperament
And I try like hell to do the best I can
But there's a red line that turns me to a different man
So don't you try to cross it
'Cause you'll find out just what the cost is
If you were to let the devil in
And lead him to the bed that I lay in
And I were to walk in by happenstance
And that sorry man asked for forgiveness
I'd just reach down to my hip and I'd empty out my clip
Woah-oh-oh
It might be a sin, but doing my due diligence
Means that you never see my face 'till it's tucked behind a pistol grip
Oh yeah, oh nah
I don't wanna hurt no one
Oh yeah, oh nah
If he pulls a knife then I pull the gun
If you were to let the devil in
And lead him to the bed that I lay in
And I were to walk in by happenstance
And that sorry man asked for forgiveness
I'd just reach down to my hip and I'd empty out my
'Ole Smith & Wesson
Teach that 'ole sumbitch a lesson
He gon' feel it in his chest when I let it fly
Oh I ain't got no premonition that you're someone else's missus
No I don't do a lot of sinning but I might, oh I might, oh I might
'Cause If you were to let the devil in, mmm
And lead him to the bed that I lay in, oh
And I were to walk in by happenstance
And that sorry man asked for forgiveness
I'd just reach down to my hip and I'd empty out my clip
Written by: David Hodges, Matt Schuster, Steve Solomon
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