Run With The Devil - Doug MacLeod

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