The Union - Holy Roller

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  • Published: 05 October 2011
  • Holy Roller studio version.

    Lyrics:
    There's crows in the steeple bell,
    Bullfrogs in the wishing well,
    Busted hinge on the graveyard gate,
    Dirty needles in the collection plate.

    There's a preacher in the county jail,
    Mixing gin and holy water with a rusty nail,
    Blessed the boys, now their drunk as hell,
    Screaming hallelujah, above the riot bell.

    So you could be a holy roller.
    With a crucifix and a four-leaf clover.
    Throwing salt over your left shoulder.
    The devil keeps his friends near but his enemies closer.

    Good girl never did no wrong,
    Never dreamed of hurting no one,
    She wore a rabbits foot and her mothers ring,
    Round her neck on a banjo string.

    So you could be a holy roller.
    With a crucifix and a four-leaf clover.
    Throwing salt over your left shoulder.
    The devil keeps his friends near but his enemies closer.

    [Harmonica solo]

    Now she's wearing her skirt way up high,
    A means to an end when the dope runs dry,
    Now she's a bag of bones in the shady pines,
    Left there, for the dogs to find.

    So you could be a holy roller.
    With a crucifix and a four-leaf clover.
    Throwing salt over your left shoulder.
    The devil keeps his friends near but his enemies closer.

    His friends near but his enemies closer.

    The devil keeps his friends near but his enemies closer.
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