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It Gets In Your Blood
You've made up your mind
To make me walk the line
Still you better not push too hard
You'll only make it worse
I've got no excuses, child
I know it's been a trial for you
But it's hard to turn around
Once you've set your course
The call of the wild
Has always been my style
And after all this time
It gets in your blood
It's gets in your blood
Runnin' around cuttin' up
You just can't get enough
Once it gets in your blood
I'm just a moon bit fool
I'm crazy through and through
You won't be the first to try
And make me change my way
When the night comes down
I like the loud side of town
The preacher says that old dark angel
Has got me in his sway, Ha!
The call of the wild has always been my style now
And after all this time
It gets in your blood
It gets in your blood
Runnin' around cuttin' up
You just can't get enough
Once it gets in your blood
That's right
Like Mr. Hyde I always backslide, yeah
Hell, yeah!
It gets in your blood
It gets in your blood
Runnin' around cuttin' up
You just can't get enough
Once it gets in your blood
You just can't chain it up
Once it gets in your blood
You just can't get enough
Once it gets in your blood
Now You just can't chain it up
Once it gets in your blood
Alright!