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I saw the devil walking down the road
Whistling and humming an old song
I started thinking I'd heard that tune before
On the day that I was born
Early on a Dixie morn
The roses were in deepest bloom
My mother sang that same sweet tune

I started whistling the devil's ancient tune
Whistling and humming the old song
That's when the devil said, "I've seen your face before.
On the day that you were born
Early on a Dixie morn
The roses were in deepest bloom
Your mother sang that same sweet tune."

"Sometimes it's good luck, and sometimes it's bad
Sometimes the moon is split clean in half
Sometimes a melody can make you feel sad
On the day that you were born
Early on a Dixie morn
The roses were in deepest bloom
Your mother sang that same sweet tune."

Two Dixie whistlers on the Old Post Road
Whistling and humming the old song
That's when the devil said,
"Here comes the old crossroads
On the day that you were born
Early on a Dixie morn
The roses were in deepest bloom
Your mother played that same sweet tune"


"Sometimes it's good luck, and sometimes it's bad
Sometimes the moon is split clean in half
Sometimes a melody can make you feel sad
On the day that you were born
Early on a Dixie morn
The roses were in deepest bloom
The fiddlers played that same sweet tune."


©2012 David Shapireau