Lyrics:
(kinky friedman)
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin'
enabler) facilitator
(Big mistake maker) i'm the devil
(I'm the other devil) on your shoulder
(On your other shoulder)
Now, you know that your woe's
A true
trapped
But I knew that God had my back
So fuck a pig with a badge
By the sword of the truth I attack
Like Saint Michael the archangel
Who cast the devil
looks best
I was heaven sent but I gave these devils a chance
Now I feel that hate you sent again
Now I use it, fuels for what I said
Now you got me in
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
take it and some good one's didn't make it.
That's the way it goes on The Nashville Scene.
Now there's a wino on the corner,
He was a well known
And I got the sinking feeling
That you gon try to cast me as the villain
'Cause I set it all ablaze
Take one good look at my face
But if it's coming down
the laughter and screams
When they see reality and you hide under your sheets
I feel the devil outside knocking on my door
Promise ima do right by my mother's
to reminisce
I'm on the devil's list
Devil's list, devil's list
I know that my name's written on the devil's list
Devil's list, devil's list
I know that my
Finally ending your dumb tropes
Hanging you by the devil's ropes
Drowning, Drowning, Sinking, Sinking
At the stake, we will take
You away from your throne
the notoriety
Oh Lord!
We gone make the devil mad huh
We gone make the devil mad huh
We gone make the devil mad huh
Tell the devil to his face he did a bad job
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
ever prevail
Nobody can tell I'm not doing well
All in all some of us fall
Try to revel
During dark times you'll find God or the devil
You'll find God
know nothin' about the Maritimes?|I said 'Look b'y, I can tell buy the big spuds on the back of your rig|You must be a spud picker from Prince Edward
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
hasitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all
in name off salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to a fight
And how much
One foot in the room
And you can tell that I'm superior
One foot in the grave
And I can tell that you're inferior
I ain't hearing ya
Listen I ain't
to your life went bankrupt
If you fall, God gonna cast you, brother
Tell me that ain't nuts
See I've been saved by the person of Christ
So I don't trust in
the devil.
It was wintertime in Nashville
Down on Music City Row
And I was looking for a place
And to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen
Call me the devil (Devil)
Call me the devil (The devil)
Call me the devil (Call him the devil)
This one no be church but listen and be blessed
the devil tried to tell us that we wasn't gonna make it
But cast down those imaginations
He's a lie, and he's dead wrong
Faith has made us headstrong
a-lettin' that radio fry.
Well, I listened to Nashville and Tulsa and Dallas
And Oklahoma City gave my ear a callus
And I'll never forget them announcers
And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped show me how to beat the devil.
It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row.
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