Lyrics
The Devil and me had a falling out
Violation of contract beyond a shadow of a doubt
Wherever he go, whomever he meet
He got to cross my house on the other side of the street
And you know that’s the truth. Now here’s the part that the Devil sings while he’s
hanging his head in a hard rain:
Where I’m headed, I don’t know
Down this path, we all go
Grace and luck, blood from stone
Got nowhere to call my home
What comes around goes around three-fold or more
Now you can’t get off of that killing floor
I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from
Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion
The Devil and me, bad blood and beef
An undisciplined child, a liar and a thief
It’s a low down shame, we were the best of friends
But I suppose all good things got to come to an end
What comes around goes around three-fold or more
Now you can’t get off of that killing floor
I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from
Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion
I’m going back to Tennessee, back where I come from
Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion
Gotta get off of that killing floor