Saving Me a Spot in Hell (Live)
Where you going baby?
Well, Mama, to Hell if I don't change my ways
Hey!
We're gathered here today to stand and honor
Little Miss Mary Morgan, preacher's daughter
They never saw it coming
They didn't see
What little Mary Morgan had done to me
Now, don't get me wrong, she had it coming
Should've seen her face when she started running
So I stand here to read the eulogy
Of Little Mary Morgan, no cup of tea
So bow your head, and close your eyes
And I'll thank God for bluer skies
'Cause she ripped my heart out of my chest
Yeah, I knew that I'd put her to rest
Yeah, I knew I'd get myself in trouble
If I didn't find a rusted shovel
I was born in 1997
And God's got me a place in Heaven
But I know that girl a little bit too well
So I know she's saving me a spot in Hell
Well, Mary Morgan wasn't no sweetie pie
Every word she said was a down right lie
She thought that she'd hurt me, let me down
But now that bitch is in the ground
I'll pay my respects
I'll pay my dues
Her daddy was surprised when he got the news
Her dirt, her mess, he couldn't clean
She was only after one damn thing
So cheap, so dirty, and such a tramp
Too bad I never gave a damn
'Cause she ripped my heart out of my chest
Yeah, I knew that I'd put her to rest
Yeah, I knew I'd get myself in trouble (In trouble)
If I didn't find a rusted shovel (Rusted shovel)
I was born in 1997
And God's got me a place in Heaven
But I know that girl a little bit too well
So I know she's saving me a spot in Hell
So zip your lips, and keep 'em closed
It's better now that no one knows
'Cause she ripped my heart out of my chest
Yeah, I knew that I'd put her to rest
Yeah, I knew I'd get myself in trouble (In trouble)
If I didn't find a rusted shovel (Rusted shovel)
I was born in 1997
And God's got me a place in Heaven
But I know that girl a little bit too well
So I know she's saving me a spot in Hell
Yeah, she ripped my heart out of my chest (My chest)
So I knew I had to put her to rest (To rest)
And I knew I would get in trouble (Get in trouble)
So I had to go find a shovel (Find a shovel)
I was born in 1997
But it ain't my time to go to Heaven
But I know that girl a little bit too well
So I know that she's already down in Hell
Well, Mama, to Hell if I don't change my ways
Hey!
We're gathered here today to stand and honor
Little Miss Mary Morgan, preacher's daughter
They never saw it coming
They didn't see
What little Mary Morgan had done to me
Now, don't get me wrong, she had it coming
Should've seen her face when she started running
So I stand here to read the eulogy
Of Little Mary Morgan, no cup of tea
So bow your head, and close your eyes
And I'll thank God for bluer skies
'Cause she ripped my heart out of my chest
Yeah, I knew that I'd put her to rest
Yeah, I knew I'd get myself in trouble
If I didn't find a rusted shovel
I was born in 1997
And God's got me a place in Heaven
But I know that girl a little bit too well
So I know she's saving me a spot in Hell
Well, Mary Morgan wasn't no sweetie pie
Every word she said was a down right lie
She thought that she'd hurt me, let me down
But now that bitch is in the ground
I'll pay my respects
I'll pay my dues
Her daddy was surprised when he got the news
Her dirt, her mess, he couldn't clean
She was only after one damn thing
So cheap, so dirty, and such a tramp
Too bad I never gave a damn
'Cause she ripped my heart out of my chest
Yeah, I knew that I'd put her to rest
Yeah, I knew I'd get myself in trouble (In trouble)
If I didn't find a rusted shovel (Rusted shovel)
I was born in 1997
And God's got me a place in Heaven
But I know that girl a little bit too well
So I know she's saving me a spot in Hell
So zip your lips, and keep 'em closed
It's better now that no one knows
'Cause she ripped my heart out of my chest
Yeah, I knew that I'd put her to rest
Yeah, I knew I'd get myself in trouble (In trouble)
If I didn't find a rusted shovel (Rusted shovel)
I was born in 1997
And God's got me a place in Heaven
But I know that girl a little bit too well
So I know she's saving me a spot in Hell
Yeah, she ripped my heart out of my chest (My chest)
So I knew I had to put her to rest (To rest)
And I knew I would get in trouble (Get in trouble)
So I had to go find a shovel (Find a shovel)
I was born in 1997
But it ain't my time to go to Heaven
But I know that girl a little bit too well
So I know that she's already down in Hell
Credits
Writer(s): Anna Sheppard
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