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• Artiste: Whitney Rose
• Titre: The Devil Borrowed My Boots
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This Saturday night I was staying put Head buried in the latest book [?] I heard a knock I thought “Who could that be?” I’m just knitting these socks Almost slipped on the fresh [swept?] floor When I came to see who was knocking at my door Who could it be? To my surprise The devil stood there before my eyes Said “You wanna hit the town?” I said “Go away” Turned on my heel to my room to pray As I left and faded out of sight The devil borrowed my boots last night Took off in my boots and went to town Went and caused a scene [?] people saw the boots That wasn’t me No I can only go now [?] Let’s just say the devil wasn’t good as gold Shots of whiskey at the bar Yelling at the band, that could never go far Just when people thought that the devil had left [?] outside lighting up a cigarette Took off in my boots and went to town Went and caused a scene [?] people saw the boots That wasn’t me And then the devil came back and found a corner alone Started meddling with Johnny Jones I guess the devil thought that was fun to do ‘Cause then the devil met [?] But y’all think that was me Y’all ain’t right The devil borrowed my boots last night Y’all think that was me All ain’t right Y’all think that was me All ain’t right Y’all think that was me All ain’t right The devil borrowed my boots last night