Canned Heat I'd Rather Be The Devil
(Yes)
You know I'd rather be the devil
You know I'd rather be the devil
You know I'd rather be the devil
You know I'd rather be the devil
You know I'd rather be the devil
Than to be that woman's man
You know I heard a lot of rumblin'
You know I heard a lot of rumblin'
Woo, I heard a lot of rumblin'
Yes, I heard a lot of rumblin'
You know I heard a lot of rumblin', baby
Deep beneath the ground
You know, I 'm gonna chop your kindlin'
You know, I 'm gonna chop your kindlin'
You know, I 'm gonna chop your kindlin'
You know, I 'm gonna cut your kindlin'
You know, I 'm gonna cut your kindlin'
It set your soul on fire
(Well, blow your harmonica, son)
You know I finally found my baby
You know I finally found my baby
You know I finally found my baby
You know I finally found my baby
You know I finally found my baby
Gonna tell you the reason why
Oh yes, I'd rather be the devil
Oh yes, I'd rather be the devil
Oh well, I'd rather be the devil, baby
You know I'd rather be the devil
Yes, I'd rather be the devil
Than to be that woman's man
(Come on, Henry)
(Yeah, put on all the lights and call the law, right now)
You know I finally cut your kindlin'
You know I finally cut your kindlin'
Yes, I finally cut your kindlin'
Yes, I'm gonna chop your kindlin'
Yes, you're gonna chop your kindlin'
Find yourself six feet in the ground
Oh well, I'd rather be the devil
Oh well, I'd rather be the devil
Oh well, I'd rather be the devil
Oh well, I'd rather be the devil
You know I'd rather be the devil
Set my soul on fire
(Aw, thank you)
