The devil told my grampa The day that he would die
And my grampa told my grandma And she thought it was a lie
Then the day came and my Grampa he lay dead Just like the devil said
A train cut off his arms and legs
And it's a story that my mother told to me
Some people say that it's too hard to believe, but
You gotta believe that my mother never lies
She's never in her life and my grampa he did die, yeah
My father he's hard-workin' man
The devil's never had a hand In anything he did
He's the hardest workin' man I've ever seen
But I guess his hardest work, It never worked on me, 'cause
He thinks I'm lazy and he
Thinks that I'm a shame because I haven't got a job any Money or a name and:
He's worried about me and what I'm gonna do
How I'm gonna live I hope the devil's worried too, yeah
My lover she's what keeps me alive
She's the only thing I like in this World that I despise
She sings and her voice is soft and sweet
She whistles in the shower and Somehow she loves me
My grandson asked me once, he said "Grampa are you crazy?" and I said "Just a touch" and
I Got out my guitar, I showed him how to play and
I Taught him how to sing the song a little out of key, yeah
And the devil sang with me, and the devil sang with me
On my shoulder like a friend that never leaves
And the devil sang with me, and the devil sang with me
On my shoulder like a friend that never leaves
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
The devil told my grampa The day that he would die
And my grampa told my grandma And she thought it was a lie
Then the day came and my Grampa he lay dead Just like the devil said
A train cut off his arms and legs
And it's a story that my mother told to me
Some people say that it's too hard to believe, but
You gotta believe that my mother never lies
She's never in her life and my grampa he did die, yeah
My father he's hard-workin' man
The devil's never had a hand In anything he did
He's the hardest workin' man I've ever seen
But I guess his hardest work, It never worked on me, 'cause
He thinks I'm lazy and he
Thinks that I'm a shame because I haven't got a job any Money or a name and:
He's worried about me and what I'm gonna do
How I'm gonna live I hope the devil's worried too, yeah
My lover she's what keeps me alive
She's the only thing I like in this World that I despise
She sings and her voice is soft and sweet
She whistles in the shower and Somehow she loves me
My grandson asked me once, he said "Grampa are you crazy?" and I said "Just a touch" and
I Got out my guitar, I showed him how to play and
I Taught him how to sing the song a little out of key, yeah
And the devil sang with me, and the devil sang with me
On my shoulder like a friend that never leaves
And the devil sang with me, and the devil sang with me
On my shoulder like a friend that never leaves
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