The Dirt Daubers - The Devil Gets His Due | Текст песни

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Gonna tree the Devil like you do a coon (When the Devil Gets His Due)
Silhouetted against the moon (The Devil Gets His Due)
He'll be losing ground from all the dirt he throws (The Devil Gets His Due)
All hitched up to the shrieking post (The Devil Gets His Due)
Haul 'im back behind the Gospel Barn (The Devil Gets His Due)
You beat him up and then you kick him down (The Devil Gets His Due)

Gets his due, gets his due, gets his due, (The Devil Gets His Due)
Gets his due, gets his due, gets his due, (The Devil Gets His Due)
So drop down on your knees, boy
Give the good LORD a little room.
Thank Jesus Christ, Oh what a sight
When the Devil gets his due.

His molars grind on a rusty bit (The Devil Gets His Due)
You beat the Good Book down on his bible cyst (The Devil Gets His Due)
We'll drop our robes of flesh and rise when (The Devil Gets His Due)
He'll be long forgotten in the by and by (The Devil Gets His Due)

Gets his due, gets his due, gets his due, (The Devil Gets His Due)
Gets his due, gets his due, gets his due, (The Devil Gets His Due)
So drop down on your knees, boy
Give the good LORD a little room,
Thanks Jesus Christ, Oh what a sight when the Devil gets his due.

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