W.T. vs. The Devil [Monologue]
Muscadine Bloodline
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Rip to Charlie Daniels Now I know, you've probably heard that story About the devil goin' down to Georgia Where he bet Johnny for that fiddle of gold Well, it's few and far between the amount of folks Who know what happened thereafter You see, in a fit of rage and aim to seek revenge That devil packed his bags and he headed one state over To the heart of Dixie And somehow he wound up in the southwest part of the Black Belt Up 'round Monroe County And that's where he met my grandfather, William Thomas Stanton But everybody 'round here just called him WT You see now, WT was a mean old cuss And I reckon that devil didn't realize What kinda pickle he put himself in that night In that pine standin' around Perdue Hill Legend has it that devil's still buried out there somewhere But I guess we'll never know
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Written by: Charles Muncaster, Gary Stanton, Ryan Youmans
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