Текст песни Sugar Cane - Ray Wylie Hubbard

From where I stand it looks like rain, off the coast of Louisiana
It's gonna get bad and wet all the way up to Atlanta
Run annd tell Momma here comes a storm and put on her fighting shoes
The Levees' gonna break, the valleys gonna flood
And that'l get ya some Devil's Blues

It might be the Devil playing a little game
I'm so tired of this old rain
I need a little something to ease the pain
Oh Lord, have a little mercy on the sugar cane

If the world, was, the way it was. No God would be required
The woman she comes along and something is to be desired
There ain't alot of praying going on in the houses down on Saint LaRue
It's the money for the bump and grind
And that'l get ya some Devil's Blues

I heard it told ya don't for yourself I guess it could be a lie
Come to believe it's a gospel truth, so held my hope to die
If ya want a little more,
This old worlds got, ya don't care what ya lose
Go down to the crossroads and make a little deal
Get ya some Devil's Blues