| On Mardi Gras day the Tennessee kid
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| Awoke in a puddle
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| Of his own worst fears
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| Haunted by the ghost
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| Of vague remembrance
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| No corporeal beast he could name
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| So the kid invoked Lucifer himself
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| With oaths most grievously discourteous
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| And charged him submit
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| Forthwith to atone
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| At the crossroads
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| Celebrated in song
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| Come on
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| Up jumped the devil
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| In the middle of the thoroughfare
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| «Who dares to utter my most secret name?»
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| He roared
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| But the kid yielded not so much as an inch
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| To uncertainty
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| Steadfast he rejoined the enemy in kind
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| «old patch then, satan, mephistopheles
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| Beelzebub
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| By any other name you ain’t nothin'
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| Like a rose»
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| Then he girded his loins for the
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| Ensuing onslaught
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| But the devil only shrugged and the kid
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| Shuddered when he hissed he said
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| The balance comes due someday
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| Wait just one goddamn minute cried the kid
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| From the cumberland
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| You never mention nothin'
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| ‘bout no kinda note
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| Just said — sign here — it’s just a soul —
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| You’ll never miss it
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| I ain’t set foot in a church since I was just
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| A little ol' thang
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| Reckoned I was headed straight to hell
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| By the highway
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| No matter how long and how hard
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| That I prayed
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| So I might as well learn how to make
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| This guitar talk
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| Somebody said ol' Bob Johnson
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| Came down this way
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| Devil say
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| And the monster raised himself up
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| To the fullness of his stature
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| Black wings eclipsing a sanguine
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| Mississippi moon
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| Behold behemoth the trampler
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| Of infidels
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| He who sweeps away nations
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| With a flick of his tail
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| Theopolis, Agrrippa, Faustus, Paganini
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| Lurid and long is the tale of my prey
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| Question not the ironclad bond
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| Of my surety
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| Set down here in blood
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| In your very own hand
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| And the Tennessee kid cast an eye
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| On the list where his mark
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| Was indeed clearly inscribed
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| And he fell to his knees
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| But it was too late to pray
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| And with his very last breath he did say
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| The balance comes due someday |