I ain't afraid of the bite of a snake
There ain't a hole deep enough for my grave
The only thing that can cut to my bone
Is how you love me mama like a chiseled stone
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way of getting to me
Throw another dime in the devils keep
You've got a way of getting to me
I had a heart made out of lead
I danced throught the valley of the shadow if death
There ain't a ghost I'm affraid to see
But you've got a way honey of getting to me
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way of getting to me
Throw another dime in the devils keep
You've got a way of getting to me
There aint a bottle that can bring me down
I crawl out of the gutter drink another round
For living nine lives theres nine kinds of hell
And a one look woman got me under her spell
And if I ever reach the pearly gates
And old st peter just turns me away
Down to the land of fire and hate
You'll be the one last fear I want to face
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way of getting to me
Throw another dime in the devils keep
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way
You've got a way of getting to me
You've got a way