Sencillo / Pista
Satan is real, working in spirit
You can see him and hear him in this world every day
Satan is real, working with power
He can tempt you and lead you astray
Well, my worn out boots are takin' me down town
And I'm lookin' for trouble and I wanna get loud
Serve me up a drink and I'll shoot it right down
And I'll jump up on the bar and holler, "One more round"
I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down
I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
So you just better get me one more round
Well, back in the day with my Uncle Jim
He kept a lotta moonshine out in the shed
Taught me how to drink, how to be real proud
Of my hillbilly ways and my outlaw style
I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down
I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
So you just better get me one more round
Well, I'm bracin' these backroads, tryin' to save my life
'Cause the sheriff wants to kill me 'cause I fucked his wife
I was on the run with a gun in my hand
'Cause I liked a good time and a one-night stand
I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down
I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
So you just better get me one more round
Hell, you just better get me one more round