How do you make peace with the devil When he's lyin' in you bed How do you moke peace with the devil When he's gotten inside of your head Promises you undying love or at least for a while Promises you all the world but he cant give you a smile What about the children they say he's a liar and mean Just hold'em and love'em Knowin its truth that they see Oh you cant make peace with the devil You cant get him out of your head You cant make peace with the devil Pray for my soul when i'm dead Makin love like a fire storm It's burnin' you inside Look for loves healin waters but it's not in his eyes You can't leave or outrun him Aint no way to get free You might as well accept it His heart will never know peace
I like it but it's just another paean to goofery. The old saw is true: once you get in the goof in you you can't get it out.
of course i wrote it.....i would never ever plagerize, thats just mean and wrong.... i cant help the way things come out ryming all the time it just comes out of my head like that. i could actually hear banjo's and washtub bass in my head when it came out... funny hunh, its not my regular style but what the heck, the "folksy-ness" of it makes the subject easier to deal with......by the way beekeeper i like your stuff too!
