Sweet Satan

It was back in the old days In the time of my grief When the ladies all disowned me And my lungs could scarcely breathe And the wildlife was growing wilder by the day And I stuck to myself mostly There was a band of brothers who rode unto me Throwing accusations I could rarely see They put a hand upon me And hung me upside down And then emptied out my pockets And kicked me on the ground They took out the hot poker And branded on my chest Twisted my ear off Gasoline on my vest Set me all a-flaming Periled and defeated Pelted me with stones That felt like certain death They went on to my lady And made her kneel low Tore all her hair loose And cut through her clothes Laughed and they hollered And they painted the horses orange Put the kids together And tied them to the porch Then blaze upon blaze Did the devils rally 'round With rifles and sticks Did they pound on the ground I rambled and I tumbled And I fell to my feet And I never knew The sweat of Satan Tasted so sweet --- Sweet Satan - Beck