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Devil ‘n Pistol

I went down to the river
and I found myself a friend
He took all my pain and suffering
and he put it to an end

I went down to the river
and I’ll never be same
I owe my life to a preacher man
and a shadow without a name

Speak of the devil
The one that fell from heaven
The one that has eleven fingers and four toes
He needs no introduction
He’s the king of all seduction
He’s a reptile with the function to
dismantle your brain

What would you do if the devil
came for you, came a knocking at your door on the sixth of June
Would you rattle like a snake
Would you openly debate
That it’s not your time your fate to be leaving so soon

Can’t find my pistol and the devil is
a’comin and the devil is a’comin and he’s hot on my heels
Can’t find a pastor and the devil’s comin
faster and the devil’s comin faster and it gives me chills

Oh, Hail Mary won’t you save our souls
Oh Hail Mary, I know it’s pretty scary but
something’s got to give
I’m slowly losing control
Can’t find my pistol
Have you seen my gun?
I might be in danger it’s bad for my health

What would you fear if the ending was
near and the gates of hell were closing
with your name on its rear?
Would you run for the hill?
With precision voodoo skill
cut the devil from his elongated
pointed tail?

Help! I need help!
I need help cause I’m aheadless chicken running around
I need help! I need help!
I need help to exorcise the devil back to hell
back to hell!