Lyrics Devil Callin' Me Back - Tim McGraw, Faith Hill

Devil Callin' Me Back

No rest for the wicked,
No peace till kingdom come
She a woman on a mission
And I march to the beat of her drum
She calls in the dark
Like a whistle in the train yard
And I fall apart
I just can’t help myself when…
I hear the devil calling me back
I hear the devil calling me back home
I hear the devil calling me back
I hear the devil calling me back home
And it sounds like…
And it sounds like…
And it sounds like…
And it sounds like…
Wanna talk about troubles
I’m coming up on six feet deep
I can’t put down the shovel
She gonna be the death of me
She calls (I call) I come (you come)
Mama stealing my prescription
She own, I won
I got to get me some
I hear the devil calling me back (Yeah)
I hear the devil calling me back home
I hear the devil calling me back
I hear the devil calling me back home
And it sounds like…
And it sounds like…
And it sounds like… (It sounds like)
And it sounds like
I can’t run, I can’t hide
It doesn’t matter what I do
How I try
I am bound 'till I die
She got my hands tied
(I hear the devil calling me there)
I hear the devil calling me back home
(I hear the devil calling me back)
I hear the devil calling me back home
I hear the devil calling me back (I hear the devil)
I hear the devil calling me back home
I hear the devil calling me back (I hear the devil)
I hear the devil calling me back home
And it sounds like (and it sounds like)
And it sounds like (Oh, sounds like)
Oh, it sounds like
She calling, calling, calling
Calling, calling, calling
She calling, calling, calling
Calling…
Can’t you hear me now?
(Yeah)
Ooh
She calling, calling, calling…
Ooh, ooh, ooh