"The Devil Wants To Dance Again" lyrics
"The Devil Wants To Dance Again"
I smoke cheap cigars with my age old whiskey rivers not dry
I may not look the par but she'll damn sure miss me, miss me when I'm gone
The bottom of my mason jar comes from Mississippi, but I'll never be free
Now hold me tight 'cause I don't want your lovin' to leave me
You can't keep your door locked from your favorite sin
He always come a-knockin', wonderin' where you've been
There he stands in the doorway with the tall glass of gin
No, I'm not mistaken, no
'Cause the devil wants to dance again
No, I'm not mistaken, no
'Cause the devil wants to dance again
My old guitar, ain't she pretty when she howls at the sky
The voices in my head so loud, they keep me up at night
I sit alone in this darkness, honey, don't you waste my time
It'll all catch up soon, maybe death is just a sign you're satisfied
You can't keep your door locked from your favorite sin
He always come a-knockin', wonderin' where you've been
There he stands in the doorway with the tall glass of gin
No, I'm not mistaken, no
'Cause the devil wants to dance again
No, I'm not mistaken, no
'Cause the devil wants to dance again
Oh, I'm not mistaken, no
'Cause the devil wants to dance again
Writer(s): Taylor Edward McCall
- AZLyrics
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- Taylor McCall Lyrics
album:
"Southern Heat" (2017)
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