Bryan Paul Bell - Devil's Gotta Dance | Текст песни

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On Saturday night I'm a God-fearing man
I want to wake at first light for the Sunday sermon
I want heaven so at seven I get to bed
But at eleven I wake up in the juke joint instead

I guess the devil's go to dance, the devil's got to dance
The devil's got to dance, the devil's got to dance
Just let the preacher know I did due diligence
But the saints don't stand a chance if the devil's got to dance

Well, I wake up Sunday morning like I'm hit by a truck
The sermon's done but I can make the church potluck
So I get on my way, in my pocket's ten bucks
Don't you know that's what I pay when the devil's got to fuck

The devil's got to fuck, the devil's got to fuck
I miss the church potluck when the devil's got to fuck
We'll I'll confess my sins once my stick's been stuck
But let the preacher man know the devil's got to fuck

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