| It was a Saturday night, I was staying put
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| Head buried in my latest book
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| As the sandman called, I heard a knock
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| I thought «Who could that be? |
| I’m just knitting these socks»
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| Almost slipped on my fresh scrubbed floor
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| When I came to see who was knocking at my door
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| Who could it be? |
| To my surprise
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| The devil stood there before my eyes
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| Said, «You wanna hit the town?»
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| I said, «Go away» turned on my heel to my room to pray
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| As I left and faded out of sight
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| The devil borrowed my boots last night
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| Took off in my boots and went to town
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| Went and caused a scene
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| Don’t be fooled by the boots
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| That wasn’t me
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| Oh I can only go now from what I’m told
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| Let’s just say the devil wasn’t good as gold
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| Shots of whiskey at the bar
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| Yelling at the band that they’d never go far
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| Just when people thought that the devil had left
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| Nope, outside lighting up a cigarette
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| Took off in my boots and went to town
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| Went and caused a scene
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| Don’t be fooled by the boots
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| That wasn’t me
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| Then the devil came back and found a corner alone
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| Started necking with Johnny Jones
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| I guess the devil thought that was fun to do
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| ‘Cause then the devil necked with Jedd Jones too
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| But y’all think that was me, y’all ain’t right
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| The devil borrowed my boots last night
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| Y’all think that was me
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| Y’all ain’t right
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| Y’all think that was me
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| Y’all ain’t right
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| Y’all think that was me
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| Y’all ain’t right
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| The devil borrowed my boots last night |