Lucifer and the Fallen Angels

Album: Tell the Devil I'm Gettin' There as Fast as I Can

Lucifer and the Fallen Angels

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)

Administered by BMG/Chrysalis


I run over a squirrel in Arkansas blood wasn’t even dry

When I see a few fallen angels and Lucifer trying to hitch a ride

I pull over they jump in, Lucifer says how far’s mobile

I say don’t rightly know, I’m going to Nashville to get a publishing deal

And the fallen angels just laugh


Call me Lou” Lucifer said now listen don’t take this wrong

Ain’t no body in that town is gonna publish your songs

You cool but you old, they don’t want that Snake Farm groove and grit

And you didn’t make no money even though badass Paul Thorn recorded it

And the fallen angels just laugh


I said that’s cold you’re worthy of your reputation for being evil

Ain’t no need to sugar coat it he said unless you in St. Patrick’s cathedral

Anyhow how bout it, you driving us down to mobile

We’ll pay for gas, buy you a lottery ticket and a Tibetan prayer wheel

And the fallen angels just laugh


Might as well I said if you tell me bout gettin’ kicked out of heaven

Lou says sure first stop at a package store and lets get a bottle of Seagram’s 7

I pull in to Nervous Charlie’s fireworks and all night liquor store

Lou gets out, pulls out a gun, puts on a ski and walks through the door

And the fallen angels just laugh


I hear a couple of shots and Lou comes running back

He says make like Ray Charles and hit the road jack

I pull out almost wrecking and make it to the highway somehow

Lou says how you think that clerk likes ”take your sons to work day” now

The fallen angels just laugh


I’m a persona non grata now barreling down the highway

Lou takes a sip of Seagram’s says that heaven fiasco well ain’t much to say

I started a small rebellion never thinking I’d end up hell bound

The sole reason was I just got tired of God dogging me around

And the fallen angels just laugh



Lou said I saw you on Jimmy Fallon singing Drunken Poets Dream

So why go to Nashville knowing you’ll can’t ever be mainstream

Go to somewhere like Texas where they dig roots and blues and country that’s real

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven that’s why I’m going to mobile

And the fallen angels just laugh