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You know, I'd rather be the ol' devil |
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Well, I'd rather be the devil |
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Then to be that woman' man |
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You know, rather be the devil |
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Than to be that woman' man |
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You know, I'm so sorry |
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You know, so sorry |
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That I ever fell in love wit' you-ooo-hoo-oo |
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Because you know you don't treat me |
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Baby, like you used ta do-hoo |
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You know, I laid down last night |
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You know, I laid down last night |
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And I thought to take me some rest |
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But my mind got to rambling |
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Like a wild geese from the west |
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You know the woman that I love |
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The woman that I love |
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I stol't her from my best friend |
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But you know he done got lucky |
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An he done got her back, again |
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You know, I used to cut your kindleing |
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You know, I used to cut your kindleing |
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Baby, then I made you some fire |
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Then I would tote all your water |
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Way, way, way, from the bogy brier |
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You know, my baby she don't drink whiskey |
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My baby, she don't drink no whiskey |
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An I know she ain't crazy about wine |
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Now, it was nothin' but the ol' devil |
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He done changed my baby's mind |
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You know, I could be right |
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You know, I could be right |
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Then again, I could be wrong |
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But it was nothin' but the ol' devil |
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He done got my baby |
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Now he done gone |
