Devil Is a Friend

Well, when I was a boy, my momma left home Woke up one morning, me and daddy was alone Daddy was left full of hurt and spite Told me"Boy, I'm gonna raise you right" Said"The Lord might take you by the hand But the Devil is a friend of the workin' man" His eyes were hard, and his hands were rough No need to eat if he just drank enough Took me out each night and showed me his ways Showed me how to fight and which cards to play And with each passing night, I could understand This wasn't no road to the promised land He told me"Pray and pray 'til your knees are sore 'Til the day that you forget what you were praying for Don't wait for things that ain't happened yet 'Cause the hand you got's the only one you're gonna get Gotta get by any way we can And boy, the Devil is a friend of the workin' man There ain't no"Sunday best" in my bottom drawer Sunday morning I recover from the night before And these fists have thrown a punch or two But if you don't cross me, I won't cross you And if you'd lived my life you would understand That the Devil is a friend of the workin' man Said the Lord might take you by the hand, but he ain't gonna take us to the promised land And if you lived my life you would understand that the Devil is a friend of the workin' man Said the Lord might take you by the hand, but he ain't gonna take us to the promised land And if you lived my life you would understand that the Devil is a friend of the workin' man Said the Lord might take you by the hand, but he ain't gonna take us to the promised land And if you lived my life you would understand that the Devil is a friend of the workin' man Said the Lord might take you by the hand, but he ain't gonna take us to the promised land And if you lived my life you would understand that the Devil is a friend of the workin' man