The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
‘Cause he was way behind
And he was willing to make a deal.
be berry berry quiet ... troll hunting...
Think the gates of Hades are in plain sight ... Is okay ... Gives one the sight to see. ArGee, I’ve just one life and that is alright ....
I don’t know why I connect the two in my mind, but bring up “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” brought up another flash-in-the-pan Country song that was more song than poem. I still remember hearing this song over and over and over during one summer vacaton.
‘Twas the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Jimmy hauling logs
Cab-over-Pete with a reefer on
And a Kenworth pulling hogs.
We shot the line and we went for broke
‘bout a mile out of Shaky Town.
I said, “Pig Pen this here’s the Rubber Duck
And we’re about to put the hammer down. 10-4?”
Poetry like that just gets me.
Right here.