Lyrics

The devil went down to the Jordan He was lookin' for a show to steal He was in a bind 'cause Jesus came to find The people willing to make it real And he came upon the Son of Man Saw He had no vittles and was prayin' to God Then the devil jumped upon the chance to tempt Him Said "Boy, let me tell ya, it's hot!" "I guess you didn't know it but I'm a vittle craver too "And kid I'm scared this desert air might get the best of you "Now you ain't been eatin' your vittles boy "But, kid, your dinner is due "So if you're really God's son, then turn these stones To bread and I'll butter it for you." The Lord said, "I am hungry, but that would be a sin "Cause it ain't by bread man's gonna be fed "But by the Word God's given him." John the Baptist washed the Lord and there's where it all starts Cause Jesus left the Jordan and the devil hit Him hard And if He wins we get to walk on Heaven's streets of gold But if He sins, the devil gets your soul The devil took Him up in space and said, "Christ, start to throw "Yourself off of this temple top as I'm watchin' from below "Cause I'm sure You know that God will bring "All His angels to assist "And then men would believe that You're Him "If they saw You did something like this" When the devil finished, Jesus said "Well, you're temptin' God, old son And it's written down in that book right there That thing shouldn't ever be done" Shout from the mountain what God's done The devil ain't a match for the rising Son You can never tempt God, did you not know Man, he doesn't live by bread alone The devil finally said, "Jesus, if You'll just worship me Then I'll give you gold that glitters All these crowns, and all You see" Jesus said, "Devil, just turn on back Cause I'm never gonna buy your scam I love God too much, I'm gonna resist I'd suggest you'd better scram!" And we say Shout from the mountain what God's done The devil ain't a match for the rising Son You can never tempt God, did you not know Man, he doesn't live by bread alone
Writer(s): Charles Fred Hayward, Charlie Daniels, John Crain, William Joel Di Gregorio, Fred Edwards, James W. Marshall, Lucy Cantley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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