Where The Devil Don't Stay Lyrics - The Dirty South - Drive By Truckers

My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back in his younger days 

Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed 

Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners 

They came from the twenty-niners 

It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face 

Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried 

And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light 

My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire 

Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire 

Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end 

Trap a wildcat and take his skin 

Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole 

One hand on the jug but you never do know 

Son come running 

You better come quick 

This rotgut moonshine is making me sick 

Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away 

Down so far even the Devil won't stay 

Where I call to the Lord with all my soul 

I can hear him rattling the chains on the door 

He couldn't get in I could see he tried 

Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light 

Daddy tell me another story 

Tell me about the lows and the highs 

Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a lie 

Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go mad 

With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their hand