DEVIL DOWN THE CREEK

He said, "Come on, boy, I got something you need." I said,
"Hell, I ain't scared." Then I ran through the trees.
Oh mama, don't ask where I've been.
Don't ask why my shirt's torn again.
If you hear that fiddle when the moon gets low,
Lock the door, baby, don't go.
There's a devil down a creek, and he's calling my name.