Pat Green If I Was The Devil
If I was the Devil I'd hang out in blue eye, Missouri
Where the water and the mountain collide
And I'd scare all the little children and rumble around beneath the beds
Tell them all kind of stories, I can't help but get them stuck in their heads
Then I'd take out some of your livestock
You can blame it on the beast of the night
You know it was me same as you know wrong and right
If I was the Devil I'd go and find your preacher man
Crusty and white hair
I'd tell him that hell is on the way, scare him right out of his skin
See the brimstone in his eyes
And then a band of fat white deacons would take him far away
And that would be just fine with me
If I was the Devil
If I was the Devil I'd gather up all of your dreams
And drop them to the bottom of a black lagoon
And I'd steal away all your patience and steal away all your pride
Leave you with nothing but uncontrollable fear
And then I'd reveal in my masterpiece as I dance around with the night
Down in blue eye, Missouri where the water and the mountain collide
