Hang your head low and don't make a sound
Because he's watching, the devil want to pull you down, down, down
Down in the garden where the wind don't blow
Comin' in the night air, you know the Devil gonna show
Sing low a sweet a song for the night
You got to sing it for the sun, you got to sing it for your life
Lust for the morning
You Never loved so loud, walking on wildflowers, the moss, the crabgra** and an earthy shroud
But the still nights hangs with dirt and whiskey and lye
You got to keep on creepin' hard
You got to keep away from his eyes
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You got to walk, you must move away
Don't look for the moon 'til the tree-line fades, 'til the willows sway
You've got to quicken your gait
Swing it wide to avoid the flies that will cling to you
Until a reach fire or hang on His divine
If your throat is dry don't drink from a well
Because the water is sour, run through with what he wants you to sell
In a midnight choir where the gra** don't grow
He's there waitin' for you, the Devil want to see you broke