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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Church
Vocals
Jay Joyce
Electric Guitar
Lee Hendricks
Bass
Craig Wright
Drums
Jeff Hyde
Acoustic Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Mandolin
Joanna Cotten
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Church
Songwriter
Casey Beathard
Songwriter
Monty Criswell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Producer
Arturo Buenahora, Jr.
Executive Producer
Jason Hall
Engineer
Matt Wheeler
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This town, she is a temptress
A siren with gold eyes
She'll cut you with her kindness
Then she will bleed you with her lies
[Verse 2]
She's been called a glistenin’ devil
And she's good at keeping score
If you make it, she's your savior
If you don't, she's a whore
[Verse 3]
The roads to and from her heart are littered with creative souls
They gave all their all
And all they got in return was empty holes
[Verse 4]
Sure, we've all heard about Shel and Kris and Willie and the Bobby Bares
She's smiled on the Johnnys, the Merles
And the many Music Row millionaires
[Verse 5]
Like a beacon, she goes seeking seed
For her loins so fertile
To a free man, she's a prison
To a caged one, she's a file
[Verse 6]
She's the reason there's a Sunday Morning Coming Down
I Saw The Light
Boy Named Sue
He Stopped Loving Her Today
The Pill and 16th Avenue
[Verse 7]
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond
In the crown of that wicked queen
She was Roy Acuff’s castle
And Elvis Presley's broken dream
[Verse 8]
It's not all bad, it's not all dark
It's not all gloom and crass
But to find gold in this silver mine
It does take balls of brass
[Verse 9]
Fore she's seen ‘em come, seen ‘em go
And came herself a time or two
But no matter how satisfied her screams sound
She always wants someone new
The next him, or them or her or all
With stamina to last the night
To be a star in this lady's town
You can fuck or you can fight
[Verse 10]
You see, it all comes down to money
Not romantic art from days gone past
If you forget that rule, you can bet your backside
She will bury it in your ass
[Verse 11]
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt
A thousand pawnshop guitars
A nasty little needle
To a vein that feeds a singer’s heart
[Verse 12]
She lurks in friendly shadows
But she's a junkie with a limp
The agents are her bookie
And the labels are her pimp
[Verse 13]
I'll tell you a well known secret
In a tiny place known far and wide
The devil walks among us folks
And Nashville is his bride
[Verse 14]
Of all the chaos he has caused, and done
His greatest trick is
To every guitar toting dreamer
The devil don't exist
[Verse 15]
But me, I've shook his hand
And I know that he is real
So devil, you can go screw yourself
And then go straight to hell
[Verse 16]
Devil, devil, I feel you preying on my mind
Got nine things going wrong right now
And her leaving makes a dime
I’m mad as hell, and drunk, and well
Tonight, I guess we’ll see
If devil, devil, you’re bad enough to lock horns with me
[Verse 17]
Level, level, in search of solid ground
This swinging, swaying, side to side, is tossing me around
I got a hanker for an anchor to steady up my bow
Level, level, tie this rebel down
[Verse 18]
Crazy, crazy, calling out my name
I got one foot on the platform, and the other’s on a train
Honey, save me, save me
I know what’s in store
Crazy, crazy
Hell, I’ve been there before
[Verse 19]
Danger, danger, the way you’re looking there at me
Be careful what you wish for, you might get what you don’t need
I’m a brush fire on a drought land in your Santa Ana breeze
Danger, danger, don’t you play around with me
[Verse 20]
Crazy, crazy, calling out my name
I got one foot on the platform and the other’s on a train
Honey save me, save me, I know what’s in store
Crazy, crazy
Hell, I’ve been there before
[Verse 21]
Angel, angel, heavenly body in holy jeans
On second thought, get over here and wrap me in your wings
Throw caution to the wind honey, give me what I need
Angel, angel, love this devil, devil, out of me
[Verse 22]
Devil, devil, devil
Written by: Casey Beathard, Eric Church, Monty Criswell