The Devil & Me

The devil and me had a falling out.
Violation of contract beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Wherever he go, whomever he meet.
He got to cross my house on the other side of the street.
And you know that’s the [bad word]  Now here’s the part that the devil sings while he’s
hanging his head in a hard rain:
Where I’m headed, I don’t know.
Down this path, we all go.
Grace and luck, blood from stone.
Got nowhere to call my home. [bad word] around goes around three-fold or more.
Now you can’t get off of that killing floor.
I’m going back to Tennessee, back where [bad word] from.
Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
The devil and me, bad blood and beef.
An undisciplined child, a liar and a thief.
It’s a low down shame, we were the best of friends.
But I suppose all good things got [bad word] to an end. [bad word] around goes around three-fold or more.
Now you can’t get off of that killing floor.
I’m going back to Tennessee, back where [bad word] from.
Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
I’m going back to Tennessee, back where [bad word] from.
Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
Gotta get off of that killing floor.