Rusty and the Devil

Aww, Rusty took her little boy to New Orleans
Sold him to the Devil down on Bourbon Street
Tryin' to paint some pictures out on Jackson Square
Gonna buy that boy some dinner, got some money to spare

Now gather 'round you people, gather 'round and hear him sing
Got a light that shines upon him like the glory of a king
So toss that boy a quarter, run and tell all your friends
You gotta hear that little hippie child singin' again, he sing

Freedom! You gotta find your way
Freedom! You're gonna make it one day
Freedom got the music, Freedom got the sound
That boy can make you get down
Freedom take you with him
Freedom gonna run
That boy ain't no mother's son!

Now Rusty and the Devil, they lookin' high and low
They gonna take that boy to Memphis, put on a show
Found him in the alley lookin' none the worse for wear
Got some money in his pocket but he hasn't got a prayer

They made a stop in Mobile, they was lookin' for the man
Then they headed up that highway straight up through Alabam
Now Muscle Shoals was swampy, but that boy didn't know
That's where the Devil took his payment; Rusty had to go, she sang

Freedom! You better hide away
Freedom! Don't let 'em see your light today
Freedom got the music, Freedom got the sound
That boy can make you get down
Freedom take you with him
Freedom gonna run
That boy ain't nobody's son!

Blood flows strangely in the fading light
Run inside and wash it from your hands
The pictures that we painted
The life that we created
It's all over now
And Rusty's boy was lost in Stranger Land

Hide away! Don't let them see your light
Fly away! Fading into the night
Don't let them break you
Don't let them hear you sing
Don't let them teach you the lies
Don't ever let them in



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Writer(s): Michael Brock
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