When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,
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By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp.
Sittin reading by the light of a kerosene lamp.
Lives a holly roller with a mission on her mind.
Got to spread the word to anybody she can find.
You can hear her screaming any time in night or day.
This is what she says to keep the demons away.
Run devil run, the angels having fun,
making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done.
When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,
A A-G- A E
Well, by the middle of the summer they were back in the shack.
Picking cotton for a livin keep 'em on the right track.