^GI enter into town under cover of night, afraid there w^Con't be space for a stra^Dnger in these swamps othe^Grwise, between the sun and the bathtub gin.

stabbing do^Cwn on the parking l^Dot of Grandma Mar^Gie's Royal Windmill Inn.

But the cur^Emtains stay closed, and the do^Gors stay locked, ^Em all the way up and do^Dwn the block, as I wa^Glk into my room to turn in. By the n^Came of Jesus Christ, ^D this ground shall stand clear of s^Gin.

but in a wo^Crld of heathens I come ar^Dmed to the teeth with the Tru^Gth of the Light and the Word. Flip to Job 38:3, murder my dou^Cbts lest I be the on^De who is questioned by the K^Ging of all that walks the Earth.

It's Sat^Emurday night in Moss^G Bluff. The s^Emins of this weekend, only the dev^Dil knows what, but in my s^Goul it's always a bright Sunday morning. By the na^Cme of Jesus Christ, ^D this ground shall stand clear of s^Gin. By the na^Cme of Jesus Christ, ^D this ground shall stand clear of s^Gin.