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- Messed around with a preacher's daughter
When I was new in town.
"Tired to live on the lonesome road, baby",
Said to her when she laid me down.
I set my own style
And I'm a rebel without a crew.
When they go around, I go straight ahead
And I never feeling blue.
So I wanna highjack you baby
From your father on his eyes,
Yeah I want to highjack you baby
'Cause you're a treasure - I tell no lies.
You got all that I want, you got all that I need
And god knows, my heart really cries.
Preacher's daughter took my mind,
Preacher's daughter took my soul
And that love is pretty high,
Don't need no other woman at all.
Preacher's daughter took my heart,
Preacher's daughter took my head
And she's the one to tear me apart,
If she would leave me, I'd rather be dead.