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Way down in Virginia |
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Amongst the tall grown sugar canes |
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Lived a simple man and a dominiker hen |
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And a rose of a different name |
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Well, the first time I felt lightning |
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I was standing in the drizzling rain |
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With a trembling hand and a bottle of gin |
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And a rose of a different name |
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Well, the Devil made me do it the first time |
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The second time I done it on my own |
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Lord, put a handle on a simple headed man |
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And help me leave that black rose alone |
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When the Devil made that woman |
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Lord, it threw the pattern away |
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She was built for speed with the tools you need |
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To make a new fool every day |
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Way down deep and dirty |
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On the darker side of shame |
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I caught a cane cuttin' man and a bottle of gin |
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With a rose of a different name |
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The Devil made me do it the first time |
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The second time I done it on my own |
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Lord, put a handle on a simple headed man |
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Help me leave that black rose alone |
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Devil made me do it the first time |
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The second time I done it on my own |
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Lord, put a handle on a simple headed man |
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Help me leave that black rose alone |
