Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the sun

Run, devil, run away from me

When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town

And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay

Some claim they've seen her working, most just hear in the dead of night

It's a howling in the wind, they say, like it's calling for a fight

She don't come just when you call her, but she'll be there when there's need

'Cause she's there to hunt the devil down, yeah, she wants to see him bleed

And she says, "Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the sun

Run, devil, run away from me

When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town

And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay"

Call her prophet, call her priestess, call her witch or patron saint

But we know Jesus ain't around no more, and there's people needing saved

Don't think God’s got any part of it, no holy books or ancient tongues

But there's a bottle of fire in her hands, and there's fire in her lungs

And she says, "Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the sun

Run, devil, run away from me

When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town

And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay"

Don't know if it's a gift she has, don't know if it's a curse

Wonder if she's chased the devil down since he's come into this world

You'll wonder if you were just dreamin', if you heard some unholy brawl

But you'll feel a presence in your bones when she comes to make a call

We keep monsters in our storybooks, we hang heroes on our walls

But of the folklore and the fables, she's the tallest tale of all

And she says, "Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the sun

Run, devil, run away from me

When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town"

She said, "Run, run, run, run, devil, run"