Devil, Devil Lyrics
This town, she is a temptress; a siren with gold eyes.
She'll touch you with her kindness, but she will lead you with her lies.
She's been called a glistening devil, she's good at keeping score.
If you make it she's your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered with grave souls.
They gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes.
Sure we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and Bobby Bares.
She's a smile on Johnny (?) millionaires.
Like a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man she's a prison, to a caged one she's a fire.
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She's the reason there's A Sunday Morning Coming Down, I Saw The Light,
A Boy Named Sue, He Stopped Loving Her Today, The Pill and 16th Avenue.
The (?), she's a diamond in the crown of that wicked queen
She was Roy Acuff's castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad, it's not all dark, it's not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver mine it does take balls of brass.
For she's seem 'em come and seen 'em go, and came herself a time or two.
No matter how satisfied her scream sounds she always wants someone new.
The next him or them or her or all (?)
To be a star in this lady's town...
It can fuck you or you can fight.
You see, it all comes down to money.
Not romantic art of days gone past; if you forget that rule,
You can bet your backside she will bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a thousand pawn shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a vein that feeds a singer's heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limb.
The agents are her bookie and the labels are her pen.
I'll tell you a well-known secret of a tiny place known far and wide,
The devil walks among us folks and Nashville is his bride.
All the chaos he has caused, and done.
His greatest tribute to every guitar-totin' dreamer,
The devil don't exist.
But me, I shook his hand, and I know that he's real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself,
And then go straight the hell.
Part II: Devil, Devil
Devil, devil, I feel you preying on my mind
I got nine things going wrong right now
And her leaving makes a dime
I'm mad as hell, and drunk, and well
Tonight, I guess we'll see
If devil, devil, you're bad enough to lock horns with me
Level, level, in search of solid ground
This swinging, swaying, side to side, is tossing me around
I got a hanker for an anchor to steady up my bow
Level, level, tie this rebel down
Crazy, crazy, calling out my name
I got one foot on the platform and the other's on a train
Save me, save me, I know what's in store
Crazy, crazy, hell, I've been there before
Danger, danger, the way you're looking there at me
Be careful what you wish for, you might get what you don't need
I'm a brush fire on a drought land, and you're a Santa Ana breeze
Danger, danger, don't you play around with me
Crazy, crazy, calling out my name
I got one foot on the platform and the other's on a train
Save me, save me, I know what's in store
Crazy, crazy, hell, I've been there before
Angel, angel, heavenly body in holy jeans
On second thought, get over here and wrap me in your wings
Throw caution to the wind and honey, give me what I need
Angel, angel, love this devil, devil... out of me
Devil, devil, devil
Oooooo, devil, devil
Oooooo, devil, devil
Oooooo, devil, devil
Oooooo