The Devil Came to Tennessee
funk, blending hillbilly grit with funky swagger., funky, male vocals, soul, stompin' bass with raspy male vocals; harmonica fills and twangy guitars bring a back-porch country-funk vibe. a raw drum shuffle drives the groove, country, gritty, raw
The Devil Came to Tennessee
funk, blending hillbilly grit with funky swagger., funky, male vocals, soul, stompin' bass with raspy male vocals; harmonica fills and twangy guitars bring a back-porch country-funk vibe. a raw drum shuffle drives the groove, country, gritty, raw
Lyrics
Verse
The devil came to Tennessee
Boots dusty
Eyes aglow
Said
"Y'all been sinning mighty fine
So here's my little show." (oo-yeah!)
He grinned and tapped his crooked cane
Said
"Son
Let's make a deal
I'll bet my gold guitar tonight if you can bring the real."
Prechorus
(He said) "You pick up your six-string
I'll tune up my fire
Winner takes it all—your soul or my desire!"
Chorus
Play that riff
Boy
Strum it hot
(oo-oo!)
Make it burn
Make it rock
Give me all you got!
If you lose
I'll take control
But if you win
I'll spare your soul
Verse 2
I said
"Now listen here
Old Scratch
This ain't my first rodeo
I've picked in bars and honky-tonks from Memphis to Tupelo." (hey-hey!)
He laughed and said
"Let's hear you bend them strings till they cry
But if you falter
Boy
Your soul is mine to fry."
Prechorus
(I said) "This ain't no fair game
But I'll play it anyway
'Cause the devil's got no groove
And that's where I slay!"
Chorus
Play that riff
Boy
Strum it hot
(oo-oo!)
Make it burn
Make it rock
Give me all you got!
If you lose
I'll take control
But if you win
I'll spare your soul