Keepin the roads hot
Every single night
Good Lord in the backseat, Devil up front... cold lookin' for a fight
And he's hangin on
By the skin of his teeth
He don't know what to do with me
And the river road's black as hell
Especially when there ain't no moon
Creepin by your back door, peekin in your window, humming a Blind Willie tune
And Willie knows
Just what to say
He say that "God moves on the water, and the people better run and pray"
I gonnandidit... I gonnandidit... I said I'm hooked on wicked lovin, I admit it
I gonnandidit... I gonnandidit... now the Devil made me do it, I can't quit it
With this talisman
I just can't help but win
I got mud on the boots you gave me, you knock me down, got me tryin again
But this Winning Boy's Magic
She say it won't help me none
I got a bag in my pocket, got a razor in my hand, but the girl done brought a gun...
I gonnandidit... I gonnandidit... I said I'm hooked on wicked lovin, I admit it
I gonnandidit... I gonnandidit... now the Devil made me do it, I can't quit it
Rusty bed springs squeak
On creaky pine wood floors
Done slipped her mind what she was gonna say
All I hear her beg and scream is
"More!... more more more! More more more! More more more!"
And that's what I gave her...