Gene Watson Speak Of The Devil
The beer ain't no colder here
Than other taverns where I've been
But you see they don't know her here
She never comes in
But just let me start to share my past with a friend
Speak of the devil and she walks in
Speaking of long cold nights
Speaking of pain
Speaking of tortured dreams, loving in vain
Speaking of trying to forget again
Speak of the devil and she walks in
Somehow I feel welcome here
Even though I'm unknown
But after living in hell for years
I've found a new home
The songs on the jukebox
Tell of cheating and sin
Speak of the devil and she walks in