GHOSTOWNE

Lyrics

Devil In A Dress

Throw a coin in that wishin well
Cruz’ the devil come a lookin’ and she lookin’ like hell
She’s drinkin’ lightening and she smokin’ big ol’ cigarettes
She shouted “boy I like your style
Hell fire’s burnin’ you deep as a country mile
And the only shade is hidden in my silhouette”

Yeah well, how was I to know that the devil wears a dress

I ain’t no preacher but i’m a man of my word
You try and take me devil ‘n I’ll rock your world
I’ll ride you hard and put you away soakin’ wet
She pointed at me with her crooked cane
then laughed real loud told me I’d best behave
Or I might do something that I might regret

But how was I to know that the devil wears a dress
Yeah, how was I to know that the devil wears a dress

In the frying pan a hell’s kitchen delight
Forced to make a judgment between what’s wrong and right
And all I could say is devil do your worst or do your best
Her eyes filled with fire her tail began to twitch
She whispered to me “I want your soul you son of a bitch”
But I ain’t no fool even if my life’s a fuckin’ mess

And how was I to know that the devil wears a dress
Yeah, how was I to know that the devil wears a dress
That’s right, how was I to know that the devil wears a summer dress

Words & Music: Steven Wells
Drunk Mosquitoes BMI © 2005
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Steven Wells: Vocals, Rhythm Guitars
Joey Maggard: Lead Guitars, Vocals
Sparky Tuttle: Bass, Vocals
Jeff Bryant: Drums