Lyrics I Must Be The Devil - The Box Tops

I Must Be The Devil

I feel low as I can go I can’t show… nor let go…
I feel that…
I feel that…
I feel that, now, I must be the Devil, baby
Whoa, better not let me catch onto you
Whoa, you better not let me, darling
Aw-w-w, I’ll drag you down into this old hole
Mama don’t want to see you down there, too
Uh-uh, no she don’t, now
Well, I can’t stop this evil feel
Do you want to make a deal?
I can’t stop…
I can’t stop…
I can’t stop now;
I must be the Devil, baby
Whoa, don’t make no deals with me Whoa, you don’t want to make no deals, no you don’t now
I’ve got a long list of broken souls
Well, it stretches far as your little eyes can see
Uh-huh, yes it do now
(instrumental)
Well I can’t bear to see my face
Wrong’s done I can’t erase
It’s all wrong…
It’s all wrong…
It’s all wrong, now.
Oh God!
I must be the Devil, baby
Or I must just be out of my head
Oh yes, I must be out of my head, now
Well, I just don’t seem to know, no more…
Whoa God…
Whoa God, you know…
Oh God…
I wish I was dead
I wish I was, I really do