| Out back in Virginia |
| Crazy man played guitar with a cross-eyed mind |
| He said his music was like the wind |
| It’d come to him and go again |
| And I had a feeling the man he wasn’t lying |
| Bottle of liquor by his side |
| A constant reminder of a man who dies |
| Cause he had done is living for so darn long |
| Pain of truth carved on his face |
| A monument to a fallen grace |
| But the words he said |
| Boy they hit me strong |
| Only one thing you got to learn |
| Only one thing you got to learn |
| If you run with the devil, you gonna' burn |
| Outside Birmingham |
| Young boy want to be a man |
| He met a woman |
| Who scared his young bones home |
| She watched him as he walked away |
| Thinking on her younger days |
| Thinking on how something right |
| Could be so wrong |
| Abused child barely sixteen |
| Accustomed to the death of dreams |
| She would hurt her father by making love to other men |
| Blessed with a body she used like a tool |
| She made all men paying fools |
| But at night they say her crying would never end |
| Midnight on a Mississippi road |
| A young boy with a tortured soul |
| Called out to the night |
| Would you set me free? |
| Devil come by and shook his hand |
| Said ‘Son, you gonna' be my man |
| But from this night on your soul belongs to me |
| People come from near and far |
| To hear him sing and play guitar |
| He was making money, making music, making women with style |
| A Louisiana woman toting a knife |
| Early one morning, she took his life |
| Before he died he saw the devil smile |