Never Let The Devil Get The Upper Hand Of You

Album cover art for "Never Let The Devil Get The Upper Hand Of You" by R. Stevie Moore & Lorrie Carter Bennett

R. Stevie Moore & Lorrie Carter Bennett - Country

Never Let The Devil Get The Upper Hand Of You

3 Plays

Duration: 3:06

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Lyrics

One, two three My tender parents brought me up Provided for me well Was in the sea of plants and town They placed me in a mill It was there I spied a pretty fair miss On whom I cast my eye I asked her if she'd marry me And she believed a lie Three weeks ago, last Saturday night Of course it was the day The devil put it in my mind To take her life away I went into her sister's house At 8:00 one night But little did the creepеr think On her I had my spy I asked her if shе'd take a walk With me a little way That she and I might have a talk About our wedding day We walked along until we came To my little desert place I grabbed a stick up off the fence And struck her in the face I run my fingers through her cold, black hair To cover up my sins I brought her to the riverside And there I plunged her in I started back into my mill I met my servant, John He asked me why I was so pale And yet so very warm Come all young men and morning wake And tell your lovers be true And never let the devil get The upper hand of you

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Credits

Producers
  • R. Stevie Moore