Think I’m a winner of fifty three Mean old devil had it out for me Don’t let the devil by the old oak tree Don’t let the devil rode after for me, ah
Don’t have the fever, nearly kill me dead The dark magic thing is too as fiery lives Don’t let the devil by the old oak tree Don’t let the devil roll it out for me
Not until the sun get bright as it can Not till Paul get the medicine man
He gave me something for the pain He gave me something to help me sleep He don’t want to set off and he disappear He don’t ever gonna let he heal Ah, ah, ah
Not until the sun get bright as it can Not till Paul get the medicine man
Don’t have the fever, nearly kill me dead The dark magic thing is too as fiery lives Don’t let the devil by the old oak tree Don’t let the devil roll it out for me
Don’t let the devil roll it out for me Don’t let the devil roll it out for me Don’t let the devil roll it out for me Don’t let the devil roll it out for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
