Boy, that bottle belongs to the devil
Better leave it on the shelf
Could be the old man wants it for himself
Well it hurts my heart to see a young man fall
Hurt me to my bones
To see him high in the morning
And by evening see him gone
Boy, that woman belongs to the captain
Better let her go her way
Before the captain got something to say
Well it hurts my heart to see a young man fall
Hurt me to my bones
To see him high in the morning
And by evening see him gone
Boy, that power belongs to the devil
Better leave that power alone
Could be the devil's going to want it for his own
Well it hurts my heart to see a young man fall
Hurt me to my bones
To see him high in the morning and by evening
See him gone
To see him high in the morning and by evening
See him gone