| It’s been rainin' in the mountains and the river’s on the rise
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| And we cannot hardly reach the other side
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| And the devil, he’s in trouble; |
| I can see it in his eyes
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| If you don’t give him shelter, he won’t have no place to hide
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| The devil deals in dyin' and he travels in a hearse
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| He treats you like a dog, now; |
| he’d like to treat you worse
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| But he don’t have the answers, an' if he did, he’d lie
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| The devil is a joker an' he don’t want you alive
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| An' some you win, an' some you lose
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| An' the winner’s all grin and the losers say:
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| «Deal the cards again
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| «Won't you deal the cards again.»
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| L.A.'s in California, Lord, I been there many times
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| It is an education, to be sure
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| I loved a lovely lady there, she opened up my eyes
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| She ran a dancin' school; |
| it was a front, she loved the Lord
|
| It’s been rainin' in the mountains and the river’s on the rise
|
| And we cannot hardly reach the other side
|
| And the devil, he’s in trouble; |
| I can see it in his eyes
|
| If you don’t give him shelter, he’ll have no place to hide
|
| It’s been rainin' in the mountains and the river’s on the rise
|
| And we cannot hardly reach the other side
|
| And the devil, he’s in trouble; |
| I can see it in his eyes
|
| If you don’t give him shelter, he’ll have no place to hide
|
| Oh, it’s rainin' in the mountains and the river’s on the rise
|
| And we cannot hardly reach the other side
|
| And the devil, he’s in trouble; |
| I can see it in his eyes
|
| If you don’t give him shelter, he’ll have no place to hide
|
| The devil deals in dyin' and he travels in a hearse
|
| He treats you like a dog, now; |
| he’d like to treat you worse
|
| But he don’t have the answers, an' if he did, he’d lie
|
| The devil is a joker an' he don’t want you alive
|
| An' some you win, an' some you lose
|
| An' the winner’s all grin and the losers say:
|
| «Deal the cards again
|
| «Oh, won’t you deal the cards again.»
|
| L.A.'s in California, Lord, I been there many times
|
| It is an education, to be sure
|
| I loved a lovely lady there, she opened up my eyes
|
| She ran a dancin' school; |
| it was a front, she loved the Lord
|
| It’s been rainin' in the mountains and the river’s on the rise
|
| And we cannot hardly reach the other side
|
| And the devil, he’s in trouble; |
| I can see it in his eyes |