Little Devil from the Country
I saw him at the station, he's waitin' for the bus
A little devil from the country, head was on the rush
He's wearin' blue jeans with the blue all covered up in dust
A little devil from the country, devil from the country
Who has control of the cold
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a-top of their crown, merry-go-round
It's time, I said, "I do, I do, sugar"
I do, I do, sugar
Who has the eye of a king, the flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzz saw?
No need to pull out your hair, pull up a chair
The truth is that (I do, I do, sugar)
I do, I do, sugar
They're sendin' out the bloodhounds, and the Idaho police
A little devil from the country hidin' on the beach
Somewhere in Southern California, he's comin' after me
A little devil from the country, devil from the country
Who has control of the cold
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a-top of their crown, merry-go-round
It's time, I said, "I do, I do, sugar"
I do, I do, sugar
Who has the eye of a king, the flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzz saw?
No need to pull out your hair, pull up a chair
The truth is that (I do, I do, sugar)
I do, I do, sugar
They fixed the damage by the aftershock
The ones still broken were the laughingstock
I won't be comin' back
I won't be comin' back
Lump in my throat, so near to love, think I can taste it
Side of the road, die if I wish, no need to waste it
A little devil from the country, head was on the rush
He's wearin' blue jeans with the blue all covered up in dust
A little devil from the country, devil from the country
Who has control of the cold
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a-top of their crown, merry-go-round
It's time, I said, "I do, I do, sugar"
I do, I do, sugar
Who has the eye of a king, the flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzz saw?
No need to pull out your hair, pull up a chair
The truth is that (I do, I do, sugar)
I do, I do, sugar
They're sendin' out the bloodhounds, and the Idaho police
A little devil from the country hidin' on the beach
Somewhere in Southern California, he's comin' after me
A little devil from the country, devil from the country
Who has control of the cold
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a-top of their crown, merry-go-round
It's time, I said, "I do, I do, sugar"
I do, I do, sugar
Who has the eye of a king, the flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzz saw?
No need to pull out your hair, pull up a chair
The truth is that (I do, I do, sugar)
I do, I do, sugar
They fixed the damage by the aftershock
The ones still broken were the laughingstock
I won't be comin' back
I won't be comin' back
Lump in my throat, so near to love, think I can taste it
Side of the road, die if I wish, no need to waste it
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor William Powers, Jason Kingsland, Tim Friesen
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