| My Daddy played poker in the woods they say, back in his younger days
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| Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy
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| stayed
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| Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain’t miners
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| They came from the twenty-niners
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| It didn’t take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face
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| Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
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| And the woods in Alabama didn’t see no light
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| My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
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| Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
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| Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end
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| Trap a wildcat and take his skin
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| Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole
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| One hand on the jug but you never do know
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| Son come running
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| You better come quick
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| This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
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| Your Mama called the law and they’re gonna take me away
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| Down so far even the Devil won’t stay
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| Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
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| I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
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| He couldn’t get in I could see he tried
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| Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light
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| Daddy tell me another story
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| Tell me about the lows and the highs
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| Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a
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| lie
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| Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don’t go mad
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| With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their
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| hand
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| My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back when the world was gray
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| Before black and white went and chose up sides and gave a little bit of both
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| their way
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| The only blood that’s any cleaner is the blood that’s blue or greener
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| Without either you just get meaner and the blood you gave gives you away
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| Son come running
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| You better come quick
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| This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
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| Your Mama called the law and they’re gonna take me away
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| Down so far even the Devil won’t stay
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| Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
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| I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
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| He couldn’t get in I could see he tried
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| Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where the Devil Don't Stay, artist - Drive-By Truckers. Album song It's Great to Be Alive!, in the genre Альтернатива