Devil Died in Dixie

When the devil went down to Georgia, came to 'Bama for revenge He'd a never went down to Dixie if he knew what he was in for Well, he walked his way from Macon with that murder on his mind The night he met ol' W.T. right passed the Monroe County Line Well, W.T. was a navy vet and the meanest cuss around He had a nasty reputation, was the toughest man in town Owned the Monroe Service Station and an ambulance to drive Well, that devil coulda used one past the Monroe County Line Well, W.T. was a honest man and the God-fearing kind But he got kicked out of the Baptist church, didn't vote the county dry Well, the devil heard what happened, so he asked him for a ride And now that devil's sittin' shotgun passed the Monroe County Line Well, the devil gave directions, told W.T. right where to go They wound up in the black of night down a God forsaken road Devil said, "Let's park the truck and take a walk down through these pines" With a gun to W.T.'s head past the Monroe County Line Well, W.T. didn't bat an eye, did what the devil said As they walked down that ol' logging road in the 'Bama timberland Well, they came up on a six-foot hole with red clay 'round the sides Someone's 'bout to lay down past the Monroe County Line Well, the devil told ol' W.T. "Get on your knees and beg" As W.T. was getting down, he pulled that switchblade from his leg He stabbed him once and that devil dropped that old colt .45 Now, the devil's bleeding out right passed the Monroe County Now, maybe down in Georgia he bet Johnny for his soul But when he crossed ol' W.T. that devil wound up in a hole Shoulda known that down in 'Bama you don't make it out alive Now, the devil's buried somewhere past the Monroe County Line