Tell the Devil I’m Gettin’ There as Fast as I Can

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Tell The Devil I’m Gettin’ There As Fast As I Can

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)

Administered by BMG/Chrysalis

 

Screaming in a mic, playing a Strat thro a Vox ac30

Gives a troublesome back and a ringing in the ears

My last band covered the Clash, The Kinks & The Replacements

Seems my soul is as misspent as my years

 

Now I got a Princeton Reverb in an old Anvil case

It’s in the back of a Ford Econoline

It’s a 6-hour drive to Austin and the Continental Club

I got to change the strings on my ES 335

 

Tell the devil I’m getting there as fast as I can

Playing an sunburst Gibson in an alt country band

And loving a woman who can out cuss any man

Tell the devil I’m getting there as fast as I can

 

I met her in L.A we was opening for Son Volt

She had eyes mascaraed like Eva Greens

She sparkled with wildness like the blue yonder

She’d done her time in darkness and was two years clean

 

She wears an old leather jacket made by Irish saints

And boots engraved with skulls and thorns

She got her ink in Tulsa still she don’t like red dirt bands

Being in love with her is like living in a thunderstorm

 

Now the faithless live in grays and faded purples

And the gamblers never bet of twelve’s or twos

The drunken poets disappear into deep shadows

And the rock and roll believers sing the easy rider blues

 

Tell the devil I’m getting there as fast as I can

Playing an sunburst Gibson in an alt country band

And loving a woman who can out cuss any man

Tell the devil I’m getting there as fast as I can