The Stroke - Dr. John

Stickin' to my guns

Dis time I swear

Steady like tree sap

Never gonna tear

Couldn’t if I wanted

Wouldn’t never dare

Gonna sit my butt

In a easy chair

Round and round

Till the Stroke of Three

When I see all Hell

Comin' down on me

Not gonna holler

I’m never gonna yell

So the Devil, he can just go

Straight to Hell

So the Devil, he can just go

Straight to Hell

Goin' in the light

This time I know

Goin' like a sunbeam

Fireworks show

Gonna keep what I gotten

Gonna go real slow

Gonna plant my ass

On a rodeo

Round and round

Till the Stroke of Nine

I hear all Hell

Comin' up from behind

But it sounds pretty close

But I really can’t tell

So the Devil, he can just go

Straight to Hell

So the Devil, he can just go

Straight to Hell

Gonna get a break

This time I pray

Cuz I can’t get a break

Doin' things my way

Woulda be so kind

As to pass that knife

So I can cut off my head

And get on with my life

Round and round

Till the Stroke of One

Seems like the games

Have just begun

Well, I’m not gonna buy it

And I’m never gonna sell

So the Devil, he can just go

Straight to Hell

So the Devil, he can just go

Straight to Hell