The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.. He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal. When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot..
The devil went down to Georgia. He was looking for a soul to steal. And he was in a bind. 'Cause he was way behind. And was willin' to make a deal. When he came upon a boy playing on a fiddle.
The devil went down to Scunthorpe, looking for a soul to steal. In a bind an' way behind he was willin' to make a deal.. When he came across this young man pickin' on a guitar, playing it hot.
The devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal. He was in a bind cause he was way behind. And he was willin' to make a deal. When he came across this young man.
Tonight I dreamt we found a fair of wonders. Where the future and the past cannot contain. We were greeted by a spell that took us under. And laid down in a field that revelades.
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair. And figured we wanted to go somewhere. So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet. We had a little bit of money and a whole lot of show.
When I was very young. My daddy took me on his knees. Son, there some things I wanna learn you. Before you get away from me. . Don't let nobody boss you much.
Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me. And don't waste your life on that ol' hanging tree. And don't think that size ever makes man small. You find out it's nothing at all.
Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high. You never even stop and wonder why. Maybe it's because you wanna die. Maybe it's just the way things have to be.
Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town. And there ain't much happens 'till the sun goes down. Then all the people come from miles around.
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks. Came a rowdy ragin' Cajun by the name of Rupernac. He was harder than a hickory long and thinner than a rail.
I traced my footprints through the sands of yesterday. Back the way I came I was returning. And then I saw me standing just across the river. Just across the bridge that I?d left burning.
Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp. I was a happy country boy 'til television came along. It showed them far away places and it sho' was a bitch.
Midnight train, roll on. Midnight train, roll on. . Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'. Take this stranger on to Santa Fe. It seems like romance and danger.
He blew in town at midnight. And he didn't mean to stay. And then he found her. Just at closing time at the Alamo Cafe. . And the way he smiled and carried on.
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night. There's things out there in the middle of them woods. That'd make a strong man die from fright.
At a quarter half to four. You came sneaking through the door. Ain't no time for a married woman to get home. In your suede cotton dress. With your lipstick all the mess.
He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat,. Drives a '36 Cord with a rumble seat.. He's a jitterbug; scare the letters off a highway sign.. He drinks beer and eats bennies.
Oh, I know wanna sound weak. Is lookin' old and time to seek. While the hooker in the doorway. Leaves to turn another cheek. . And the jukebox in the Camberlay.
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little. Well it makes me want to jump up and run. And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock n' roll.