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You know, I'd rather be the Devil, I'd rather be the Devil, then to be that woman's man Yes I'd rather be the Devil, then to be that woman's man You look so sorry, You look so sorry, that I ever fell in love with you Because you know you don't treat me, baby like you used to do You no lay down last night You no lay down last night, and I tried to take me some rest But my mind got to ramblin', like the wild gease from the west You know the woman that I love The woman that i love, I stole her from my best friend But you know, he done got lucky, and he done got her back again You never used to cut your kindling, You never used to cut your kindling, baby then I make you some fire, Then I would turn all your water, way way way from these bogy bires You know my baby she don't drink whiskey My baby she don't drink no whiskey and I know she ain't crazy bout wine Now it was nothing but the Devil, he done changed my babies' mind You know I could be right You know I could be right, then again I could be wrong But it was nothing but the Devil, he done got my baby and he done gone From Letras Mania