Never Let The Devil Get The Upper Hand Of You R. Stevie Moore (Ft. Lorrie Carter Bennett)

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My tender parents brought me up
Provided for me well
Was in the sea of plants and town
They placed me in a mill
It was there I spied a pretty fair miss
On whom I cast my eye
I asked her if she'd marry me
And she believed a lie

Three weeks ago, last Saturday night
Of course it was the day
The devil put it in my mind
To take her life away
I went into her sister's house
At 8:00 one night
But little did the creepеr think
On her I had my spy

I asked her if shе'd take a walk
With me a little way
That she and I might have a talk
About our wedding day
We walked along until we came
To my little desert place
I grabbed a stick up off the fence
And struck her in the face