In the tennessee mountains where the hill folk dwell, There is a story that the old folks tell, John thomas had always been a sweet lovin' man, Til he let satns child take ahold of his hand, Pretty Nell would be waiting by the spring everyday, She lived near enough to watch John on his way, With a face like an angel and a heart that was wild, And nobody knew she was really Satan's child,
Satan's Child was a ravin beauty heart as black as a ravens wing, Bless you hold your loved ones near you, Satan's child will come between,
They hung poor John, for being just a man, But he was tempted more than any man could stand, He forgot about his home and he forgot about his wife, And he thought he could save himself by taking Nelly's life, So if your home is happy stay away from the spring, Satan's child is waiting, unhappiness to bring, Don't hurt the ones who love you, don't let your heart run wild, Or you'll wind up like John Thomas - Holding hands with Satans Chils
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