The Devil’s Child

I went down to the Church in the valley
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Told the Reverend John about my girl Sally
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And as me made bow my head Bow my head
He reached for the sky then he said
“Heaven help you you’re in love with the devil’s child
She’s drivin’ you wild
You poor boy
You’re in love with the devil’s child
She’s drivin’ you wild”
Caught her in the shed along with young Billy
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I said “What you doin’?”, she said “Don’t be silly”
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We were just sharin’ a jug of wine Jug of wine
Now tell me Reverend, should I make her mine
Heaven help me I’m in love with the devil’s child
She’s drivin’ me wild
You poor boy
You’re in love with the devil’s child
She’s drivin’ you wild
Sadie Hawkins' Day is a-comin next Sunday
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And if she catches me I’ll be hers by next Monday
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And ‘though I know she’s just no good Just no good
I wouldn’t run away even if I could
Heaven help me I’m in love with the devil’s child
She’s drivin’ me wild
You poor boy
You’re in love with the devil’s child
She’s drivin’ you wild
You poor boy
You’re in love with the devil’s child
She drivin’ you wild
Bo-di-oh-doh-woh
You’re in love with the devil’s child
She’s drivin’ you wild