Where the Devil Don't Stay
My daddy played poker in the woods, they say
Back in his younger days
Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked
To the woods where my daddy stayed
Jugs and jars from shiners
These old boys here, they ain't miners
They came from The Twenty Niners
It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face
Back in the 30's when the dust bowl dried
And the woods of Alabama didn't see no light
My daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
Scrap like a wildcat fights 'til the end
Trap a wildcat and take his skin
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole
One hand on the jug, but you never do know
Son come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your mama called the law
And they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in, I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the 40 watt light
Daddy, tell me another story
Tell me 'bout the lows and the highs
Tell me how to tell the difference 'tween
What they tell me is the truth or a lie
Tell me why the ones who have so much
Make the ones who don't go mad?
With the same skin stretched over their white bones
And the same jug in their hand
My daddy played poker on a stump in the woods
Back when the world was gray
Before black and white went and chose upsides
And gave a little bit of both their way
The only blood that's any cleaner
Is the blood that's blue or greener
Without either you just get meaner
And the blood you gave, gives you away
Son, come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your mama called the law
And they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in, I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the 40 watt light
Back in his younger days
Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked
To the woods where my daddy stayed
Jugs and jars from shiners
These old boys here, they ain't miners
They came from The Twenty Niners
It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face
Back in the 30's when the dust bowl dried
And the woods of Alabama didn't see no light
My daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
Scrap like a wildcat fights 'til the end
Trap a wildcat and take his skin
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole
One hand on the jug, but you never do know
Son come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your mama called the law
And they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in, I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the 40 watt light
Daddy, tell me another story
Tell me 'bout the lows and the highs
Tell me how to tell the difference 'tween
What they tell me is the truth or a lie
Tell me why the ones who have so much
Make the ones who don't go mad?
With the same skin stretched over their white bones
And the same jug in their hand
My daddy played poker on a stump in the woods
Back when the world was gray
Before black and white went and chose upsides
And gave a little bit of both their way
The only blood that's any cleaner
Is the blood that's blue or greener
Without either you just get meaner
And the blood you gave, gives you away
Son, come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your mama called the law
And they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in, I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the 40 watt light
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Writer(s): John Cooley
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