Keep the Devil Off Your Back
Hang your head low and don't make a sound
Because he's watching, the devil want to pull you down, down, down.
Down in the garden where the wind don't blow.
Comin' in the night air, you know the Devil gonna show
Sing low a sweet a song for the night.
You got to sing it for the sun, you got to sing it for your life.
Lust for the morning.
You Never loved so loud, walking on wildflowers, the moss, the crabgrass and an earthy shroud.
But the still nights hangs with dirt and whiskey and lye.
You got to keep on creepin' hard.
You got to keep away from his eyes.
(chorus)
You got to walk, you must move away
Don't look for the moon 'til the tree-line fades, 'til the willows sway
You've got to quicken your gait
Swing it wide to avoid the flies that will cling to you
Until a reach fire or hang on His divine
If your throat is dry don't drink from a well.
Because the water is sour, run through with what he wants you to sell.
In a midnight choir where the grass don't grow
He's there waitin' for you, the Devil want to see you broke.