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 devil's 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 of death
There ain't a ghost I'm afraid 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 devil's keep
You've got a way of getting to me
There ain't a bottle that can bring me down
I crawl out of the gutter, drink another round
For every nine lives there's 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 devil's 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