Five broken bottles on the kitchen floor
She kept playing the tambourine 'til she could play no more
She gave me five crumpled dollars just to let her know
Who she could get in touch with so she could sell her soul
Red John, Condometer in his punch jacket, yo
A demon in disguise with leather boots and gold
His eyes dark as night, his smile cold as stone
Scars from his fights with girls who worked at Death Row
Now leave me two silver dimes to make the transfer now
Then you go to the crossroads and bow before the ground
Now look to the horizon and follow the sound of blues
When there's nothing left but death, you have the power of the blues
Ten broken bottles in the kitchen sink
Shadow of a girl who used to dress in pink
She turned in a drink, her friends watched her sink
Wanted to help, but they couldn't bear to think
Now three years later when she was on her last breath
Along came Johnny to take her to the death
Just as she was lookin' for the evils of the mean
A hand to the girl with a righteous tambourine
The Devil don't
The Devil don't
Dance
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
The Devil don't
The Devil don't dance
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
That's what your mama said
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