"Searchin' For The Cure" genre: Americana
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	NEW!! Religious elitism and spiritual snobbery.
	CD: Black Lung & White Lightnin'   Label: Big Belly Records Credits: Written by A.K. Mullins; Arranged and performed by W.V. Hill
	Lyrics DON`T PEEK IN MY WINDOW AND I WON`T READ YOUR MAIL SAY I AIN`T GOIN` TO HEAVEN AND I`LL SEE YOU DOWN IN HELL WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE MY WAYS AND CONDEMN MY EVERY BREATH YOU AIN`T GOT NO CRYSTAL BALL SO DON`T PREDICT MY DEATH DON`T HIDE IN MY CLOSET AND I WON`T DIG NO DIRT SPREAD MY BONES FOR ALL TO SEE AND I`LL LIFT YOUR SUNDAY SKIRT WHO ARE YOU TO MAKE A LIST AND TELL ME WHAT IS TRUE YOU AIN`T GOT NO SPECIAL GIFT AT CHOOSIN` THE CHOSEN FEW (C): your way ain`t better than mine and mine ain`t better than yours we both sin and we`re both men searchin` for the cure DON`T BE PREACHIN` IN MY FACE AND I WON`T PUKE AND SPIT SAY I LIVE A GODLESS LIFE AND YOU`LL DIE A HYPOCRITE WHO ARE YOU TO BE CASTIN` STONES AND TURNIN` UP YOUR CHIN YOU AIN`T GOT NO GOLDEN ROBE THAT COVERS UP YOUR SIN DON`T BE SAYIN` YOU`RE A BETTER MAN AND I WON`T PROVE YOU WRONG DRAG ME THROUGH A MUDDY HOLE AND I`LL PULL YOU RIGHT ALONG WHO ARE YOU TO SAY I`M LOST AND FOREVER GONE ASTRAY YOU AIN`T GOT NO HOLY MAP THAT SHOWS THE PERFECT WAY repeat (C):

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