Yippie Ya Yeah (More Than One Good Reason)

I got more than one good reason to keep A loaded Gun
Payed too much for my freedom, ain’t living on the run
My eyes have seen the devil man, I’m slowly turning blind
More than one good reason to say: yippie ya yeah
A restless beast inside of me is waiting for its turn
A california prayer book can make my fingers burn
Until the day they lower me six feet in the ground
Wherever there’s A game of cards you’ll see me hang around
Now roll the dice
Lady, luck is on my side
One for the money, too for the show
Hold on tight, now here we go
I got more than one good reason to keep A loaded Gun
Payed too much for my freedom, ain’t living on the run
My eyes have seen the devil man, I’m slowly turning blind
More than one good reason to say: yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
When you’re dancing with the devil man, you can’t expect to lead
I know that I can make him dance to the sound of my own beat
He can’t see through my poker face, nor through my dirty smile
When the devil says my time is up, I’m going down in style
Now roll the dice
Lady, luck is on my side
Common reaper deal the cards, A wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-bop-bam-boo
I got more than one good reason to keep A loaded Gun
Payed too much for my freedom, ain’t living on the run
My eyes have seen the devil man, I’m slowly turning blind
More than one good reason to say: yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
That’s right man
I say:
Yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
Yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
Yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
Yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
Yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
Yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
Yippie ya, yippie ya yeah
I went down to the crossroads, to make myself A deal
I gave away my rotten soul, had nothing left to feel
I shook hands with devil man and as I turned away…
…I could hear the devil scream: yippie ya, yippie ya yeah