Crap Shootin' Sinner chords by 'Cile Turner

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Verse 1
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I go to church on Sunday,
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prayer meeting too,
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but on Saturday night
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I got my sinnin' to do.
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I keep a step with my preacher
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every day and the week,
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but on Saturday night
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I got my sinnin' to seek.
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And I roll bones, be it wrong, be it right,
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I'm a crapshootin' sinner
on Saturday night.
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I don't a fool with no women,
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I let's that liquor jug be
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But Saturday night
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brings its sin into me
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Yeah, money's on the floor,
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luck is in my hand
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It's Saturday night
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and I'm a crapshootin' man
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Oh, brothers, sisters, tween
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I an       d you on Saturday night
I got my sinnin' to do
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When I  die,
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you'll get me ready for heaven
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But I want you to put in my pockets
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My sins and my limbs
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Cause when I get up there
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I'm gonna knock on the door
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And I'm gonna say St. Peter,
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can I come in?
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St. Peter go open the door
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Just a crack
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Look at me and say
Boy, aren't you the one
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they called the crap -shootin' sinner?
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And I'm gonna say St. Peter,
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let me talk to you about that very thing, sir.
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You know the good books say
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that everybody got a talent.
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That's right.
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Well, St. Peter,
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rolling bones was my talent, yeah.
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Then I'm gonna take
them out of my pocket
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and   say, look here, St. Peter,
you see these little things, yeah?
Well, you just blow on them,
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and then you talk to them,
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St. Peter, just sweet and easy, uh -huh.
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And  you say, come on,
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little Joseph,
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that boy with the coat of many colors
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Uh -huh, and then St. Peter, you roll him
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Oh Lord, St. Peter, you brought me luck
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And  then I hope St. Peter
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gonna say to me,
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well, if that's all to it,
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I  think you can bring him on in
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They call you a crap -shootin' sinner,
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but craps won't a sin
I go to church on Sunday,
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yeah, crab -meatin' too
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But Saturday night I got my sinnin' to do
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I keep a step with my preacher
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every day and the week
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But on Saturday night
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I got my sinnin' to seek
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And I roll bones, be it wrong, be it right
Oh, I'm a crap -shootin' sinner