DOWN THE DEVIL'S ROAD

©1962 – music and words by John R. Black, ℗ 42nd Street Music Seattle


Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Nathan sold his soul
Down the devil’s road
Down the devil’s road
Nathan was a gambler
Not a lucky man
Gambled in Virginia
Lost on every hand
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Satan made his pitch
Nathan sold his soul
Down the devil’s road
Fire’s burnin’ hot
Feel the pain a lot
Nathan headed west
Needed better days
So he asked the devil
To change his loosin’ ways
Satan said I’ll help you
If you’ll sell your soul
I’m a gettin’ short on help
Need more to shovel coal
The devil came collectin’
Lookin’ for Nathan’s soul
Took old Nathan down to hell
And made him shovel coal
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Satan made his pitch
Nathan sold his soul
Down the devil’s road
Fire’s burnin’ hot
Feel the pain a lot.

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