Run With the Devil

Out back in Virginia
 Crazy man played guitar with a cross-eyed mind
 He said his music was like the wind
 It'd come to him and go again
 And I had a feeling the man he wasn't lying
 Bottle of liquor by his side
 A constant reminder of a man who dies
 Cause he had done is living for so darn long
 Pain of truth carved on his face
 A monument to a fallen grace
 But the words he said
 Boy they hit me strong
 Only one thing you got to learn
 Only one thing you got to learn
 If you run with the devil, you gonna' burn
 Outside Birmingham
 Young boy want to be a man
 He met a woman
 Who scared his young bones home.
 She watched him as he walked away
 Thinking on her younger days
 Thinking on how something right
 Could be so wrong
 Abused child barely sixteen
 Accustomed to the death of dreams
 She would hurt her father by making love to other men
 Blessed with a body she used like a tool
 She made all men paying fools
 But at night they say her crying would never end
 Midnight on a Mississippi road
 A young boy with a tortured soul
 Called out to the night
 Would you set me free?
 Devil come by and shook his hand
 Said 'Son, you gonna' be my man,
 But from this night on your soul belongs to me
 People come from near and far
 To hear him sing and play guitar
 He was making money, making music, making women with style
 A Louisiana woman toting a knife
 Early one morning, she took his life
 Before he died he saw the devil smile