The Devil's in the Jukebox
Big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
Big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
It's a big yellow moon rising up on the hills
My baby's on a tear, and she's fit to kill
Big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
The Devil's in the Jukebox jumping on the rhythm and blues
You know the Devil's in the Jukebox jumping on the rhythm and blues
Hey, the Devil's in the Jukebox, he's jumping on the rhythm
Kinfolk say you've got to take what you're given
Devil's in the Jukebox jumping on the rhythm and blues
Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry
Oh, my mama's 'bout to throw few tomatoes on the griddle to fry
And now, mama's 'bout to throw few tomatoes on the griddle
Kick off your shoes, set a little
'Cause mama's 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry
I'll be packing my bags, thinking that I'd get out of town
I'll be packing my bags, thinking that I'd get out of town
I was just packing my bags, think I'll get out of town
But like an old dog, I just keep hanging around
Packing my bags, thinking that I'd get out of town
Big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
Just a big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
There's a big yellow moon rising up on the hills
And my baby's on a tear, and she's fit to kill
There's a big yellow moon rising up over them old hills, hey
Big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
It's a big yellow moon rising up on the hills
My baby's on a tear, and she's fit to kill
Big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
The Devil's in the Jukebox jumping on the rhythm and blues
You know the Devil's in the Jukebox jumping on the rhythm and blues
Hey, the Devil's in the Jukebox, he's jumping on the rhythm
Kinfolk say you've got to take what you're given
Devil's in the Jukebox jumping on the rhythm and blues
Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry
Oh, my mama's 'bout to throw few tomatoes on the griddle to fry
And now, mama's 'bout to throw few tomatoes on the griddle
Kick off your shoes, set a little
'Cause mama's 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry
I'll be packing my bags, thinking that I'd get out of town
I'll be packing my bags, thinking that I'd get out of town
I was just packing my bags, think I'll get out of town
But like an old dog, I just keep hanging around
Packing my bags, thinking that I'd get out of town
Big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
Just a big yellow moon rising up over them old hills
There's a big yellow moon rising up on the hills
And my baby's on a tear, and she's fit to kill
There's a big yellow moon rising up over them old hills, hey
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Writer(s): Raycharles Jack Lamontagne
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