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Rolling down that road,
sun beatin' like a curse,
Sweat and dust in my mouth,
can't tell which one's worse.
Wind's whisperin' evil,
I can feel it all around,
'Cause death ain't in the air tonight —
It's with the devil in the ground.
Yeah, there's a devil in the ground,
And he's hungry for our souls.
He don't care 'bout flags or faith,
He just swallows what he's told.
I keep my boots on sacred dirt,
But I still feel hell around —
'Cause there's a devil, yeah a devil…
In the ground.
He's hidin' beneath the sand,
Just waitin' for a sound,
A hum of diesel rollin' slow,
he'll come screamin' from the ground.
You can't see him, can't smell him,
But you feel him hangin' 'round —
That devil's got a patient grin,
And he's waitin' to cut us down.
Yeah, there's a devil in the ground,
And he's hungry for our souls.
He don't care 'bout flags or faith,
He just swallows what he's told.
I keep my boots on sacred dirt,
But I still feel hell around —
'Cause there's a devil, yeah a devil…
In the ground.
You can't shoot him, you can't see him,
He don't bleed, he don't die.
He just waits 'neath the dirt,
For the next fool to ride by.
Yeah, I still hear him whisperin'…
"Boy, come back 'round."
It's same old song and dance.
from the devil in the ground
Now I'm back on hometown streets,
still flinch at every sound.
Every rumble feels like thunder —
Feels like the devil's still around.
There ain't no rest, no quiet sound,
Just ghosts that circle round and round,
With the memory of the devil,
Yeah the devil, in the ground.
Yeah, there's a devil in the ground,
And he's hungry for our souls.
He don't care 'bout flags or faith,
He just swallows what he's told.
I keep my boots on sacred dirt,
But I still feel hell around —
'Cause there's a devil, yeah a devil…
In the ground.
'Cause there's a devil, yeah a devil…
In the ground.