Drive-by Truckers - Where The Devil Don't Stay lyrics

WHERE THE DEVIL DON'T STAY

My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods 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 thirties when the dust bowl dried

And the woods in 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 till 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 forty watt light

Daddy tell me another story

Tell me about the lows and the highs

Tell me how to tell the difference between 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 up sides 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