Sarabelle

Well, well, Sarabelle

You told me one day I would burn in hell

I guess time will tell

Your platitudes sure could beat a dude down

Yeah, we've all heard the Sermon on the Mount

But not as loud and clear as your daddy when he'd shout"That boy's a miscreant

You get yourself away from him!"

Ah, hell, Sarabelle

I love it when I make your temperature swell

You can turn the other cheek, but it's red as well

I never meant no heresy

I just asked you to ride out to Harris Creek with me

When your mama heard, she dropped to her knees, pleading"Please, good lord above

The boy clearly don't know what he does!"

But let me tell, tell you Sarabelle, boo

I know good and well what you do to me

You cast a spell and it rang my bell

Ever since, my soul's been up for sale

But to you and you only

Do tell, Sarabelle

Does the power of my testimony in any way compel

You to loosen your bible belt and think for yourself

Sunday dinner may not be in the cards

But I'm asking if there's any room in your heart

For a sinner such as myself"Please, good lord above

The boy clearly don't know what he does!"

But let me tell, tell you Sarabelle, boo

I know good and well what you do to me

You cast a spell and it rang my bell

Ever since, my soul's been up for sale

But to you and you only

To you only

Ah-ah, Sarabelle