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The Whip That Flogs The Devil
There’s a good man deep inside me
though most could never tell,
when I’m brawlin’ with the devil
drinkin’ booze and raisin’ hell.
Satan grins and taunts me
it seems he won’t backdown,
a good man wants to get free
but the whip - it does come down!
I knew I had a slim chance
once things had gone awry
to crack his whip with vengeance
as I stare him in the eye.!
The dust flies in our squabble,
the whip at his command,
that’s when I dropped the bottle
spun around and grabbed his hand…
A sight to behold
we fought and we rolled
now the devil feels the burn!
Now the whiskey won’t drown
since the devil’s shakedown
it’s the point of no return.
His demons they surround me
but with sober strength I find,
with the sunrise in the morning
I can leave it all behind!
You’ll sing and dance and revel
once those chains are tossed aside,
it’s the whip that flogs the devil
when the reaper you outride…
Copyright ©
Cole Banner
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