"Tell The Devil I'm Gettin' There As Fast As I Can" lyrics
"Tell The Devil I'm Gettin' There As Fast As I Can"
Screaming in a mic, playing a Strat thro a Vox ac30
Gives a troublesome back and a ringing in the ears
My last band covered the Clash, The Kinks & The Replacements
Seems my soul is as misspent as my years
Now I got a Princeton Reverb in an old Anvil case
It's in the back of a Ford Econoline
It's a 6-hour drive to Austin and the Continental Club
I got to change the strings on my ES 335
Tell the devil I'm getting there as fast as I can
Playing an sunburst Gibson in an alt country band
And loving a woman who can out cuss any man
Tell the devil I'm getting there as fast as I can
I met her in LA we was opening for Son Volt
She had eyes mascaraed like Eva Greens
She sparkled with wildness like the blue yonder
She'd done her time in darkness and was two years clean
She wears an old leather jacket made by Irish saints
And boots engraved with skulls and thorns
She got her ink in Tulsa still she don't like red dirt bands
Being in love with her is like living in a thunderstorm
Now the faithless live in grays and faded purples
And the gamblers never bet of twelve's or twos
The drunken poets disappear into deep shadows
And the rock and roll believers sing the easy rider blues
Tell the devil I'm getting there as fast as I can
Playing an sunburst Gibson in an alt country band
And loving a woman who can out cuss any man
Tell the devil I'm getting there as fast as I can
Writer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
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- Ray Wylie Hubbard Lyrics
album:
"Tell The Devil I'm Gettin' There As Fast As I Can" (2018)
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