Devil

Well, see the little girl

Down in a New Orleans

With the bottle of whiskey to go

Well the sun came up

And her daddy found out

Well tomorrow he'll never know

She said, "I don't like the way that he talks to me"

And said it with an evil hiss

You take the whiskey bottle from the top shelf

And you give the man a little twist

Hey, come on in the morning in the summertime

You'll see what the devil has brought

You see the little girl's lyin' in the cemetary

And the devil he likes that a lot

She said "I love you like the sun in the summertime"

You will shake like a leaf on a tree

Well the gun went off and the bottle fell

And it was the death of me

Come on, in the morning, in the summertime

And you'll see what the devil has brought

You see the little girl's lyin' in the graveyard

And the devil he likes that a lot

She said "I love you like the sun in the summertime"

You will shake like a leaf on a tree

Well the gun went off and the bottle fell

And it was the death of me