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Aimee Allen – Calling The Maker Lyrics

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Get my money back, pay my bail
Put me baby in the county jail
Do my time, Lord, and I wont tell
Everybody, everybody going to Hell

Pick back my fat, skin my bones
Thirty-two teeth crack throwing stones
Call on Jesus, bring us home
I aint done nothin but love
I aint done nothin but… love

All hands are calling the maker
Dirty with the salt from the undertaker
Damn, I hear John the Revelator
Mamas in the kitchen dancing and singing

All hands are calling the maker
Dirty with the salt from the undertaker
Damn, I hear John the Revelator
Mamas in the kitchen dancing and singing

Get my money back, I pay my bail
Put me baby, put me baby in the county jail
Do my time, Lord, and I wont tell
On everybody going to Hell

Pick back my fat, skin my bones
Your teeth crack throwing stones

Call on Jesus, bring us home
I aint done nothin but love
I aint done nothin but love

All hands are calling the maker
Dirty with the salt from the undertaker
Damn, I hear John the Revelator
Mamas in the kitchen dancing and singing

All hands are calling the maker
Dirty with the salt from the undertaker
Damn, I hear John the Revalator
Mamas in the kitchen dancing and singing

Yeah, I hear him come down the hall
With a tip tap, high clap, voodoo doll
Congo, bongo, blood lust song
White witch playing on a tree trunk gong
Its a boom clack, boom clack on my door
Click the key before theres more

I aint done nothin but… Hey love

All hands are calling the maker
Dirty with the salt from the undertaker
Damn, I hear John the Revalator
Mamas in the kitchen dancing and singing