The country doctor told me I better get ready
He stared me down 'till I was crying on the floor
The ghost of Old Susie was sullied and sweaty
Weeping to herself as she stumbled in through the door
The undertaker here does every job custom
And right now, he's workin' for free
His lips are a-flappin', whatever shuts 'em
Has got to be a poison strong enough for me
When the lies I drink taste better than truth, I still seem to walk somehow
You know I love you, pretty baby, but the Devil has got me now
Lies, lies, and more lies, today's sermon told me
I guess we're all lucky we don't have to go
Into the arms of the tall man who sold me
And ask him for a dollar after the show
It's been three more years, the flood hasn't come yet
But we've been standing in line to see it like a picture show
What a relief it would be to see the last sunset
We're all drowning, but we don't know
All your wailing for love cannot be in vain
Like all the failings of the loyal and the sane
Pretty Minnie did the Jitterbug on a downtown telephone pole
Sister Lucy and Mother Mary went out for a stroll
It was the Model T, that blessed machine that forced them down cold
One had power, that's all she was, the other, a heart of gold
Now here I stand at the gallows, and all beside me
Are my kin, my sin, and my bankroll
Two are shallow, one just parades blindly
They all say "have mercy on his soul"
When the lies I drink taste better than truth, I still seem to walk somehow
You know I love you, pretty baby, but the Devil has got me now
