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Where the Devil Don't Stay
Drive-By Truckers Lyrics


My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back in his younger days
Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners
They came from the twenty-niners
It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face

Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end
Trap a wildcat and take his skin
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole
One hand on the jug but you never do know

Son come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the Devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light

Daddy tell me another story
Tell me about the lows and the highs
Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a lie
Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go mad
With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their hand

My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back when the world was gray
Before black and white went and chose up sides and gave a little bit of both their way
The only blood that's any cleaner is the blood that's blue or greener
Without either you just get meaner and the blood you gave gives you away

Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: JOHN MICHAEL COOLEY

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Aztec Emerald

My Daddy played poker in the woods they say, back in his younger days
Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners
They came from the twenty-niners
It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face

Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end
Trap a wildcat and take his skin
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole
One hand on the jug but you never do know

Son come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the Devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light

Daddy tell me another story
Tell me about the lows and the highs
Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a lie
Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go mad
With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their hand

My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back when the world was gray
Before black and white went and chose up sides and gave a little bit of both their way
The only blood that's any cleaner is the blood that's blue or greener
Without either, you just get meaner and the blood you gave gives you away

Son come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the Devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light



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martyregal

This album got me through my tour in the Marines.

Snaggy Harpua

Semper Fi Devil, me too

We want A 104th battle pack

Thank you for your service sir

The Spook

Semper Fi brother. I hope your time in Civ Div hasn’t been too rough.

Chad Masche

Hope you're doing better 10 years later

sadmann

hey these songs yeah they pull us through

BurnBriighter

I used to HATE this band when I was little, because I never understood. The lyrics scared me, and now that I'm older (7 then, I'm 16 now.) I absolutely love them. Props to my grandad for showing me them.

We want A 104th battle pack

I was the same my dad would always play dbt and Jason isbell I liked isbell but I didn’t like this for some reason.I would always want 80s rock in back then when I was little.but i love dbt songs know but I didn’t like them when I was 6 or 7 so I didn’t like any country music other then isbell back then.

Aaron Exists

When I was little (probably 3-8, I’m now 10) I the lyrics made no sense to me. There’s a video of me and my brother singing to let there be rock, but barely understanding the lyrics, starting from the “I never saw lynyrd sknyrd, but I sure saw ozzy ozzy”. I now understand the lyrics, and I want to thank my dad for keeping me exposed to this music. I have loved this band since I first heard (what was probably Ronnie and Neil [southern rock opera is our favorite album], though could have been anything before go-go-boots).

horst baur

The songs on this album hit so hard they take my breath away. A masterpiece!

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