Beat the Devil

When first my eyes were opened 

From the first breath that I drew 

I been running to meet the devil 

Guess I will before Im through 

 

Got the throttle cranked wide open 

Gotta give the man his due 

When he gets them dogs on you boys 

He dont stop until he's through 

 

Ask old Mr Johnson, with hellhounds on his trail 

He tried to beat the devil, and they dragged him down to hell 

But that don't stop me runnin, like I'm shot out of a gun 

Running to meet the devil, hiding from the sun 

 

I hit the ground running 

With ramblin on my mind 

Got a white Freightliner 

Became the highway kind 

 

There's a white cross covered highway 

Stretching out to touch the sky 

Guess I'll keep on rambling 

No one here gets out alive 

 

Ask old Mr Johnson, with hellhounds on his trail 

He tried to beat the devil, and they dragged him down to hell 

But that don't stop me runnin, like I'm shot out of a gun 

Running to meet the devil, hiding from the sun

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