| SPOKEN
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| Sometimes you try to walk in the light, you can loose your way to go
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| And even the best of intentions can’t keep you from the devil’s road
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| The song you’re about to hear is about the elder’s wife and the Right Reverend
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| Jones
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| And the night the people come to call — THE NIGHT OF THE DEVIL’S ROAD
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| Wind reached into the night, like fingers on a hand from hell
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| Along a country road that would have a story to tell
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| About the Elder’s wife and a Preacher who fell
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| When he preached his sermons, she would stare at his hands
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| They were kind and gentle, like no other man’s
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| How she could love another, she could not understand
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| The elder’s wife was a mistreated lady
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| She’d known years of abuse and hope now faded
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| She called the preacher that night. |
| She said, «Preacher, can you keep me from
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| crazy?»
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| Preacher got to her door, she said, «Preacher, help me please»
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| He put his arm around her, he could feel her need
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| She brought him down, and she was free
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| Preacher left town, left behind his bible and robe
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| Nobody knew why he up-ed and go
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| Except the Elder’s wife, and the Right Reverend Jones
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| And you my listener, who now knows the story of The Devil’s Road |