Devil, Devil (Prelude: Princess of Darkness)

Eric Church - Country
Devil, Devil (Prelude: Princess of Darkness)
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Duration: 9:55
Lyrics
[Intro] This town, she is a temptress A siren with gold eyes She'll cut you with her kindness She will bleed you with her lies She's been called a glistening devil She's good at keeping score If you make it, she's your savior If you don't, she's a whore The roads to and from her heart are littered with creative souls They gave all of their all, and all they got in return was empty holes Sure we've all heard about Shel, and Kris, Willie, and the Bobby Bares She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merles, and the many Music Row millionaires Like a beacon she goes seeking seed for her loins so fertile To a free man she's a prison To a caged one she's a file She's the reason there's a "Sunday Morning Coming Down", "I Saw The Light", "A Boy Named Sue", "He Stopped Loving Her Today" "The Pill" and "16th Avenue" The Ryman, oh, she's a diamond in the crown of that wicked queen She was Roy Acuff's castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all gloom and crass But to find gold in this silver mine, it does take balls of brass For she's seen 'em come and seen 'em go And came herself a time or two But no matter how satisfied her scream sounds, she always wants someone new The next him or her or them or all With stamina to last the night To be a star in this lady's town You can fuck, or you can fight You see, it all comes down to money Not romantic art of days gone past If you forget that rule, you can bet your backside She will bury it in your ass A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a thousand pawn shop guitars A nasty little needle to a vein that feeds a singer's heart She lurks in friendly shadows, but she's a junky with a limp The agents are her bookie, and the labels are her pimp I'll tell you a well-known secret of a tiny place known far and wide The Devil walks among us folks, and Nashville is his bride All the chaos he has caused and done His greatest trick is, to every guitar-totin' dreamer The Devil don't exist But me, I've shook his hand And I know that he is real So Devil, you can go screw yourself And then go straight to Hell [Verse 1] Devil, devil, I feel you preying on my mind Got nine things goin' wrong right now and her leavin' makes a dime I'm mad as hell, and drunk, and well, tonight, I guess we'll see If devil, devil, you're bad enough to lock horns with me [Verse 2] Level, level, in search of solid ground This swingin', swayin', side to side, is tossin' me around I got a hanker for an anchor to steady up my bow Level, level, tie this rebel down [Chorus] Crazy, crazy, callin' out my name I got one foot on the platform, and the other's on a train Honey, save me, save me, I know what's in store Crazy, crazy hell, I've been there before [Verse 3] Danger, danger, the way you're lookin' there at me Be careful what you wish for, you might get what you don't need I'm a brush fire on a drought land in your Santa Ana breeze Danger, danger, don't you play around with me [Chorus] Crazy, crazy, callin' out my name I got one foot on the platform, and the other's on a train Honey, save me, save me, I know what's in store Crazy, crazy hell, I've been there before [Verse 5] Angel, angel, heavenly body in holy jeans On second thought, get over here and wrap me in your wings Throw caution to the wind, honey, give me what I need Angel, angel, love this devil, devil, out of me [Outro] Devil, devil, devil Devil, devil Devil, devil Ooh ooh-ooh, devil, devil, ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh, devil, devil, ooh ooh-ooh
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Credits
- Writers
- Monty Criswell
- Casey Beathard
- Eric Church