Speak of the devil

I came home early this morning
She asks me where I’ve been, (My baby was waiting for me)
I said I’ve to hell and back (She says where you been)
and most everywhere in between. (I been up since quarter to three)

I felt a sickness coming
Like a reckoning on the land (flooding over the land)
And if you want to see it, (worst thing about it is)
Look in the palm of your hand (It is there in the palm of my hand)

So I went down to the crossroads
Where the street runs straight and level
My soul felt black and blue and worn
I tried to make a deal with the devil

People call me all the time
Like the hell hounds on my trail
They want to take my last dime
I’ll have nothing left for bail

She said you can’t save the world
You’re just like everyone else.
I guess am like them all I said,
Just trying to save myself.

I’m standing here at the crossroads
My clothes are all dishevelled.
I’ve got my soul in my back pocket
I am ready to sell it to the devil

The sea came up and swept away the land
All in a matter of minutes
Like something out of the bible
And thousands of lives went with it

A woman face floats before me
Like some old sainted spirit
The road winds and turns and dusts (turns)
If you can ever get near it.

I was down at the crossroads
My clothes were all dishevelled
I was trying to save my soul
Sell it to the devil

(Middle Section E7(7th fret) A B7+4 )

Everybody knows
That the devil rides in a golden wagon
Drawn by six white horses
With golden bridles
Well, sometimes...

Everybody knows
That the devil rides a long white Cadillac
Belching smoke out of the exhaust,
Dripping with chrome
Well, sometimes.....

Everybody knows
That the devil walks along the road
Bent like an old man
Shuffling over his cane,
Well, sometimes....

Everybody knows
That the devil sashays down the street
Like a beautiful blond woman
Wearin’ a tight blue dress
Batting her eyelashes
She has one of those big, blond, bouffant, beehive hairdos
and those bee-stung lips
And a b-hind that just won’t quit
Well, sometimes....

Everybody knows
That the devil wears a three piece suit
And stands up on stage with honey dripping from his mouth
saying the same words over and over again
No new taxes
Read my lips
The axis of evil
Weapons of mass destruction
Well sometimes…..

Everybody knows the devil
The devil rides a big black horse
with eyes like burning coals
Nostrils breathing fire
Pawing the ground
Striking sparks from his hooves
When he gallops down the street
The devil wears a long black cloak and big black hat
The Devil holds a big black book in his left hand
With the names of all the sinners
written in letters of burning gold
You had best be praying that your name is not in that book
Now everybody knows that’s the devil
Well, sometimes....


Streets are full of kids with guns
Shooting each other down
Politicos don’t know what to do
Gonna close down the town

There is a reckoning coming
It will sweep across the land
The devil walks the high road
Behind him walks a man

Come on down to the crossroads with me,
Where the street is straight and level
We can put our souls on ice
We can sell them to the devil.

Come on down to the crossroad with me
Where the road is jaded and bitter
I don’t need this bowling ball,
Gonna sell it to the highest bidder.

End E aug4

© Dougal Bichan