Here's a song that's not about a grrl. It's also a cheap Dylan ripoff, and I'm not crazy about it, but I got the song title in my head and just had to make a song out of it.
Em (3-2-0 on G string)
The Devil's down by the river
Talking bout the world's end
Charging you a dollar
To wash away yer sins
The preacher's up on the hill
Drunk and full of fire
But nobody will listen to him
Not even the village choir
F#m F Em
These are the times that try men's souls
The path to Hell is paved with gold
Hell is a place on Earth
Little Mary Lou she ran off
With that stranger when he came
Nobody saw his face
But they all knew his name
The crickets keep getting louder
Like a plague each night in yer dreams
But we ain't got no Moses
He left town last week
So button up yer coat
Cause a cold wind's staring to blow
Get down on yer knees
And maybe Jesus'll save yer soul
Hey Belinda Carlisle, Hell is a Place on Earth Too
© Sean Nolan 2010
Hugz 'n' kissiz,
Sean
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