Doug Macleod The Night Of The Devil's Road
SPOKEN
Sometimes you try to walk in the light, you can loose your way to go
And even the best of intentions can't keep you from the devil's road
The song you're about to hear is about the elder's wife and the Right Reverend Jones
And the night the people come to call - THE NIGHT OF THE DEVIL'S ROAD
Wind reached into the night, like fingers on a hand from hell
Along a country road that would have a story to tell
About the Elder's wife and a Preacher who fell
When he preached his sermons, she would stare at his hands
They were kind and gentle, like no other man's
How she could love another, she could not understand
The elder's wife was a mistreated lady
She'd known years of abuse and hope now faded
She called the preacher that night. She said, “Preacher, can you keep me from crazy?”
Preacher got to her door, she said, "Preacher, help me please"
He put his arm around her, he could feel her need
She brought him down, and she was free
Preacher left town, left behind his bible and robe
Nobody knew why he up-ed and go
Except the Elder's wife, and the Right Reverend Jones
And you my listener, who now knows the story of The Devil's Road
