Cast me down where the devil don't go Devil don't go where I make my home Cast me down where the devil don't go Devil don't go where I make my home Drown my woes in a lake of fire Sing a song gonna take me higher Drown my woes in a lake of fire Sing a song gonna take me higher Good Lord turned his back on me Lucifer gonna set me free Good Lord turned his back on me Lucifer gonna set me free It's a mean world that I've known Never got no good doin' what I'm told It's a mean world that I've known Now you'll find me where the devil don't go Where the devil don't go Preacher man won't cut no slack Called my demons but gave them back Preacher man won't cut no slack Called my demons but gave them back Bruised my knees getting down to pray Won't repent 'til my judgement day Bruised my knees getting down to pray Won't repent 'til my judgement day It's a mean world that I've known Never got no good doin' what I'm told It's a mean world that I've known Now you'll find me where the devil don't go Where the devil don't go Cast me down where the devil don't go Devil don't go where I make my home Cast me down where the devil don't go Devil don't go where I make my home It's a mean world that I've known Never got no good doin' what I'm told It's a mean world that I've known Now you'll find me where the devil don't go It's a mean world that I've known Never got no good doin' what I'm told It's a mean world that I've known Now you'll find me where the devil don't go Where the devil don't go Cast me down where the devil don't go Devil don't go where I make my home Cast me down where the devil don't go Devil don't go where I make my home

I saw, I came, I watched it all You felt the same, from then we both we're dying We fought so long, like keeping score Together we were lost, yet we both defy the odds Oh oh So, won't you hold my hand? Hold on as tight as you can Only we can understand The price that we pay Uh-uh uuh, uh-uh uuh So, I would clap my feet And you do this next to me That's where I'm supposed to be And that's where I'll stay Uh-uh uuh, uh-uh uuh That's where I'm supposed to be And that's where I'll stay We played the game, we've won and lost When you call my name It all seems worth the cost Oh-oh Took so many wrong times On my steps misplaced But I knew that I've learned From all of my mistakes For us So, won't you hold my hand? Hold on as tight as you can Only we can understand The price that we pay Uh-uh uuh, uh-uh uuh So, I would clap my feet And you do this next to me That's where I'm supposed to be And that's where I'll stay Uh-uh uuh, uh-uh uuh That's where I'm supposed to be And that's where I'll stay That's where I'll stay That's where I'll stay That's where I'll stay I'll stay, yeah So, won't you hold my hand? Hold on as tight as you can Only we can understand The price that we pay Uh-uh uuh, uh-uh uuh So, I would clap my feet And you do this next to me That's where I'm supposed to be And that's where I'll stay Uh-uh uuh, uh-uh uuh That's where I'm supposed to be And that's where I'll stay

Well, Cuphead and his pal Mugman They like to roll the dice By chance, they came 'pon (the) Devil's Game And gosh, they paid the price Paid the price And now they're fighting for their lives On a mission fraught with dread And if they proceed but don't succeed Well The Devil will take their heads

Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand I was my mama's little angel, my daddy's second chance He went end over end, the first year he went pro And he lost part of his eyesight, so he couldn't race, no more But he never lost his touch when he got under a hood He knew how to make 'em run, he knew one day he would See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel And he'd say, "What do you think about that, son? How does she feel? You just wait 'til them little legs get long enough to reach the gas Once you put her on the floor one time, there ain't no turning back" Every Saturday he'd take me out to the garage He'd take an empty bucket, fill it full of engine parts He's sit me down and pour 'em out in front of me on the floor I'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for We'd jump in his old car and go down to the race at night He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong, what each one did right He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve Number three might have the car but 43's got the nerves Way before I turned 18 daddy said "Now pretty soon You'll be old enough to race when I'm gonna leave it up to you I taught you all about it, taught you everything I know You gotta have a car to do it, you gotta work and buy your own" First one that I bought was a Mustang number two Nobody kept 'em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes They started showing up at every used car lot in town A V-8 on a go-cart, easy terms, no money down Me and daddy and my uncle took her home and we tore her down Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out Took out all the seats, pulled the carpet off the floor Knocked out all the glass and we welded up the doors Well, the first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame I started out way in the back and came back 'bout the same Pulled her in the pit, couldn't look my daddy in the eye He said, "If you quit now, son, it's gonna haunt you all your life" See, it ain't about the money or even being number one You gotta know when it's all over, you did the best you could've done And knowing that it's in you and you never let it out Is worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you'll ever have Since then I've wrecked a bunch of cars and I've broke a bunch of bones It's anybody's race out there and I've learned to run my own I'd shove 'em in the wall and I'd hit 'em from behind I'd let them know that I was there, I'd let them know that track was mine It's been several years since my daddy passed away But his picture's on my dash, every time I go to race I lost more than I won, but I ain't gonna give up 'Til they put me in the ground or daddy's name's on that cup

I'm going to Colorado To unload my head I'm going to New York City And that's in New York, friends I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red And we bled! And the writing in the stall said We write our maps in the stalls I'm going up to Alaska I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free And we all did! This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone I don't feel and I feel great I sold my atlas by the freight stairs I do lines and I crossed roads I crossed the lines of all the great state roads I'm goin' up, going over to Montana You got yourself a trucker's atlas You knew you were all hot Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket You start at the northwest corner Goin' down through California Beeline you might drive three days Three nights to the tip of Florida Oh do you speak the lingo? Oh, oh no Oh do you speak the lingo? No no How far does your road go? Oh no, you don't know? I'm going to Colorado To unload my head I'm going to New York City And that's in New York, friends I'm going up to Alaska I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free And we all did! And the writing in the salt says We ride out to the stars I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red And we all did! This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone I don't feel and I feel great I sold my atlas by the freight stairs I do lines and I crossed roads I crossed the lines of all the great state roads I'm going up, going over to Montana You got yourself a trucker's atlas You knew you were all hot Well maybe you'll go and blow a gasket Start at the northwest corner Go down through California Beeline you might drive three days Three nights to the tip of Florida

Got them pretty road cases Protect our asses, protect our faces, protect our guitars, protect our amps. Got them pretty road cases throw them out an airplane and they'll just bounce Paint our name on them road cases, stencil and white spray paint "Drive-by Truckers" on every one or maybe just "DBT" Gonna get ourselves a big tour bus, maybe even an airplane Fly around the world and back. Hope it don't run out of gas. Got them pretty road cases Someday we'll hock our road cases, when we don't need them anymore To pay off that big cocaine dealer (the only thing they're useful for) One day we'll sell our road cases, when we don't need them anymore When we outlive our usefulness, The only thing road cases are useful for. Got them pretty road cases.

If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down I guess as time goes on I'll grow to miss it less than I do now I think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while 'Til I can get this demon out I know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to It don't make you do a thing, it just lets you When I'm six feet underground, I'll need a drink or two And I'll sure miss you Take me piece by piece 'Til there ain't nothing left Worth taking away from me The highway's humming in my head and it's hard to hear Won't you read my lips if I pull you near enough? Could you read my fortune in the bottom of this coffee cup? Can you tell me how to tell when I've had enough? If morning's a bitch with open arms And night's a girl who's gone too far Whiskey is harder to keep Than a woman and it's half as sweet But women without whiskey Women without whiskey Whiskey is hard to beat Whiskey is hard to beat