Devil and Me

Devil and Me

Well I met her down town.

It was late last night.

She got my heart caught up in a jam.

You know she kissed me twice and she said real nice,

“Come with me you rambling man.”

So I followed her down to a corner bar,

where we had a bourbon or two.

Then she said to me if you want to be great,

well here’s what you gotta do.

“Go on down to Mississippi.

Down where the music is so gritty.

Sell your soul there at the cross roads.”

I said, “Darling I made that deal a long time ago.”

“See an angel came to Memphis town,

When I was ‘bout five years old.

Said, ‘son you’ll play like the gods of men,

If you can give the devil his own.’

So when I turned nineteen with guitar in hand,

I met the devil under the moon.

He said, ‘Son have you come to sell your soul?’

I said, ‘Not to the likes of you!’

I went down to Mississippi,

Down where the music is so gritty,

Met the Devil there at the crossroads,

For three whole days and nights we played note for note.

Like this…

Well the lightning struck saw the devil’s face,

His guitar had broke in two.

I looked that devil right in the eye

And said, ‘I have beaten you.’”

Now the girl I was with just rolled her eyes,

Said, “That cannot be true.”

But then the Devil burst through that bar room door,

With guitar in hand said, “Round Two!”

Going Down to Mississippi,

Down where the music is so Gritty,

Met the devil there at the crossroads,

Me and that devil gonna play some rock and roll.

Going down to Mississippi,

Down where the music is so gritty,

Meet the devil there at the crossroads,

Gonna play this old guitar to save my soul.

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