| I was walking down a dirt road
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| And the night was coming on fast
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| I had gone to for some corn meal for our supper
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| By the time I got to miss Johnson's house
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| I knew there was something wrong
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| By the worried look she had upon her face
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| I said: Miss Johnson could you tell me
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| What are you shaking for
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| She said: Lord, they caught the devil
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| And they got him in jail in Eudora, Arkansas
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| And he's got a mean that looked like leather
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| And a long and foggy tail
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| And when he touches it against the sepbars
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| Sparks would fly
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| I did not know of what she spoke
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| But I believed every word she said
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| And I burned the souls of my feet on my way back home
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| Well the next day a crowd had gathered
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| Out in front of the Eudora jailhouse
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| But there was not a chase to be seen of the devil
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| Now the jailer had been a poor man
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| And now his pockets were stuffed with money
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| And he was sitting outside in a brand new Continental Lincoln
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| With famous skirts on it
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| He would not say where he got the money
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| Was he a part of the devils bargain?
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| And did he set him free that night in Eudora, Arkansas?
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| Now who's to say |