Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hippie Jim
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Crocker
Songwriter
Ryan Brantley
Songwriter
Michael Hernandez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HTownSwanga
Producer
Lyrics
Momma there's a devil on my back
Momma there's a devil in my head
Momma there's a devil in my bloodline
Momma there's a devil in these hands
Momma there's a devil in my heart of gold
Momma he's been tearin at my eyes he's been
All over town, callin me by name
Don't you tell him where I'm to be found
I met 'him years ago out on a lonesome road
He set his baleful eyes on my own soul
I skipped town fore he could pitch his deal
But momma he eats pain and he's been listenin to my fears
Momma there's a devil at your door
Momma he's been askin for your boy
Momma there's a devil askin favors of me
Momma they all know who he's here for
Momma don't you let him in the door
Momma don't you let him have your boy
It's plenty clear to see, that demons here for me
Momma don't you let him have my soul
I met 'him years ago out on a lonesome road
He set his hateful heart on my heart of gold
I never shook his hand, we never made no plans
But momma he's been gunnin for me since I became a man
Momma make a call for the pastor
Momma tell that man to make it quick
Cause I been losin ground steady day by day
Tell that man that I've got hell to pay
Tell him that I've much to confess
Tell him that I'll wear my Sundays best
Say what you gotta say
To get my damned soul saved
Momma call the preacher man today
Written by: Joshua Crocker, Michael Hernandez, Ryan Brantley
