The Devil
John Baldwin Gourley
If his patience had it's way with that lie I caught him,
Would they send him back to Texas; weathered face and crooked grin.
Where they sing, "Eeee." Oh!
Drives up to the next seat and onto the roots.
Drinking up the village,
And, drinking a little more
Eeee. Oh!
Found you the bed with a hammer by your side.
Sleeping out the day
Well, it's pounding on your head.
Where they sing, "Eeee." Oh!
There's movement in the air
Just above the neck.
Bodies overturned
And its been like this for days
Well, they sing, "Eeee."
Oh!
Bring him back, motherfucker.
Bring him back, motherfucker.
Bring him back, motherfucker.
To the door, motherfucker.
(Oh lord, where'd you go)
If the devil had his way, would that lie come in?
Would they send you back
Send you back
Send you back?