AVA GONE BAD - DATE WITH THE DEVIL

PUT UR WIG HAT ON
I know a man who made a deal A deal with the devil for his soul to steal
You may think the devil is big and red he's a beautiful woman, he'll kill you dead

I was riding on a train to New Orleans I was running with the devil if you know what I mean

He's got long legs and a pretty face To steal your soul without a trace Without a trace

Leaned back in his chair, looked at the clock
Keep yor mouth shut, boy, you can stay watch
In New Orleans forty years ago
For a small fee I'll teach you what I know
I was riding on a train to New Orleans I was running with the devil
If you know what I mean
He's got long legs and a pretty face steal your soul without a trace

I sees her now, coming down Bourbon street
Better run, son, she's got a pink cadillac 59

You got a pretty mouth, boy

Long hair, fire in her eyes
Makes every man, woman and baby cry
Song she sings will mesmerize

Turned to stone, looking in her eyes
If I was you, I'd run, run, run the devil himself is the son of a gun
Got long legs and a pretty face steal your soul without a trace
Without a trace
Without a trace

Drink our scotch and the clock struck twelve
Looked at the door and I could tell
Son, the devil had served me well

Thanks for the drink, see you in hell
The devil could sing like Patsie Klein
Yeah, she nasty but she fine
Looks to kill, blood on the line
Yeah It's on your soul, she will dine
Leaned back in his chair, looked at the clock
Keep your mouth shut, boy, you can stay and watch
In New Orleans forty years ago

Pay attention teach you what I know
Son, the devil had served me well
Thanks for the drink, see you in hell
See you in hell

The devil could sing like Patsie Klein
Yeah, she nasty but she fine
Riding on the train to New Orleans
Running with the devil if you know what I mean

Got long legs and a pretty face
Steal your soul without a trace
Without a trace
Without a trace

Well, we drink our shots and the clock struck twelve
Looked at the door and I could tell
I was riding on the train to New Orleans
I was running with the devil if you know what I mean
Son, the devil had served me well
Thanks for the drink, see you in hell
See you in hell
See you in hell

See you in hell
See you in hell

Written by:
Ron Maldonado, Shannon Chapman

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