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The devil went down to Georgia in a Cadillac
Kicking on back with good friends
Get washed in the water, little skinny dipping sin
Some moonshine sipping,
Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see
to the cooler side

Something diabolical

Idle hands are bound for the
Damned once sam went down to georgia
Speed was forged of the divine salt
Mined from
the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel
night I get to play music
For the greatest fans in the whole wide world
And I'm a keep on doin' what Colt Ford does
Cause that's all I know how to do
a riddle
And fuck Charlie Daniels, I don't care if he can fiddle

I'm Satan!

"Devil went down to Georgia; he was looking for a soul to steal"
Which is
until she turned into a white albino
Fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
Fucked this girl down in Georgia
Came in her
and grass from Willie Nelson (Why you undercover)
Let?s split the profits man
I'm a gambler like Kenny Rodgers
My t-shirt says The Devil went down
a mother yo I'm read' to bone
Went down on hon, she's in the red zone
Stressed out more than anyone could ever be
Forever tryin to clear the samples for
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains
twenty? Australia? Mercy sakes, ain't nothin' down there but Tasmanian devils and them Q-alla bears. What's that? No double-nickel limit? We gonna be there
the CB.]
Ah, ten-four, Pig Pen, what's your twenty? Australia? Mercy sakes, ain't nothin' down there but Tasmanian devils and them Q-alla bears. What's
Wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law
Now I'm in the shit, like a fly I was buggin
From robbin' to stealin' to dealin', yo, and even muggin'
Sellin' cocaine in
back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Said fuck that, I can't wear those
I don't like them, they're not my ting
They went silent,