From where I stand it looks like rain, off the coast of Louisiana It's gonna get bad and wet all the way up to Atlanta Run annd tell Momma here comes a storm and put on her fighting shoes The Levees' gonna break, the valleys gonna flood And that'l get ya some Devil's Blues It might be the Devil playing a little game I'm so tired of this old rain I need a little something to ease the pain Oh Lord, have a little mercy on the sugar cane If the world, was, the way it was. No God would be required The woman she comes along and something is to be desired There ain't alot of praying going on in the houses down on Saint LaRue It's the money for the bump and grind And that'l get ya some Devil's Blues I heard it told ya don't for yourself I guess it could be a lie Come to believe it's a gospel truth, so held my hope to die If ya want a little more, This old worlds got, ya don't care what ya lose Go down to the crossroads and make a little deal Get ya some Devil's Blues