Letra de Devil & An Old Six String
I didn't have to drink like hank or smoke like Willie did
It just came natural, and that's the way it is
I got a little front porch runnin' thru my veins
It just came natural, and that's the way it is
I got a little front porch runnin' thru my veins
Slammin' screen doors and pickin' helps to ease my pain
From the choir to the back pew to the honky tonks
Playin' no shows like George Jones, Lord I'm too far gone
Yeah, I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string
Made this life harder than it had to be
Married and divorced by the time I was 23
Hooked on the bright lights, the night life and the party crowd
What kinda woman would want to hang around
But I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string
Yeah, I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string
Yeah, blame it on the devil and my old six string
Go on take em to church boys, yeah
The waters fine
Send this one out to ol' Greg down in Georgia
Rest in peace brother
From the choir to the back pew to the honky tonks
Playin' no shows like George Jones, Lord I'm too far gone
Yeah, I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string
Made this life harder than it had to be
Married and divorced by the time I was 23
Hooked on the bright lights, the night life and the party crowd
What kinda woman would want to hang around
But I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string
Yeah, I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string
Yeah, blame it on the devil and my old six string
Go on take em to church boys, yeah
The waters fine
Send this one out to ol' Greg down in Georgia
Rest in peace brother
