lyrics
Some call him the Old Woodsman, carving down the names,
of the sons of perdition. They know they are to blame.
Some call him an Old Cowboy, riding cross the sky,
on a horse breathing fire, with a cold light in his eye.
Some call him the old trickster, the snake in the apple tree.
Spinning webs of honey-soaked lies bring a good man to his knees.
Some say he plays fiddle, and wants to cut a deal.
Trade your soul for a pot of gold, all that you can steal.
I’ve seen him more tun once before, I’ve stared into his eyes.
At times he’s got the best of me, I’ve told my share of lies.
He haunts me in my mirror, when the nights are cold and long.
The Devil ain’t nothing but a good man who know that he done wrong.
Some say he’s a dark prince, sitting on a throne.
Reigning over all the damned, gnawing on their bones.
Some say he’s the Lord of Flies, spreading his disease.
He’s the author of the book of lies, the fell voice in the breeze.
I’ve seen him more tun once before, I’ve stared into his eyes.
At times he’s got the best of me, I’ve told my share of lies.
He haunts me in my mirror, when the nights are cold and long.
The Devil ain’t nothing but a good man who know that he done wrong.
credits
from
In Pieces,
released September 1, 2016
© Sean Ryder
Sean Ryder: Songwriter, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Bass.
Miriam Smith: Violin, Vocals.
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