Ten minutes to midnight
Last whiskey before to die
You made a promise in a cursed day
Is too late to change your mind

Dirty rain in the darkness
Lowers slow and wet your face
You sold to him yourself
To play the blues and get the fame.

Black man put your hand.
At the bottom in the hell’s flames
Nobody can save your soul

Black night above your life
And thunder in the sky
Say to you that he will come

And you will feel the devil’song
Now you can feel the devil’song
Cause you’ll become the devil’son
Cause you’ll become a devil

From the land of cotton
In the south of tennesse
With the help of good lord
You had changed your destiny

Satan tooke your heart and your faith
And you lost the right way
You can sell to him your soul
But your blues belong to God

Black man put your hand.
At the bottom in the hell’s flames
Nobody can save your soul

Black night above your life
And a thunder in the sky
Say to you that he will come

And you will feel the devil’song
Now you can feel the devil’song
Cause you’ll become the devil’son
Cause you become the devil
Welcome Mr. Devil

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