Old devils - William Elliott Whitmore

The old devils are at it again.

Who knows what they’ll do.

And its true right now like it was back then.

The old devils are at it again.

From behind these bars the view don’t change.

Desperation, death and despair.

From what little I hear of the outside world.

Well its not to different out there.

And they tell me there’s a war without no end.

The old devils are at it again.

They died by the millions, children, women and men.

The old devils are at it again.

When I say devils, you know who I mean.

These animals in the dark.

Malicious politicians with nefarious schemes.

Charlatans and crooked cops.

Moonshine still gets you five to ten.

The old devils are at it again.

Stripes on your back and a ball and chain.

The old devils are at it again.

Two men stare out of prison bars.

Wondering what got um here.

One saw mud but the other saw stars.

Praying that the end is near.

The billboard outside says confess your sins.

The old devils are at it again.

I guess I will confess that I’ve been suffering.

The old devils are at it again.

I said the old devils are at it again.

Who knows what they’ll do.

And its true right now like it was back then.

The old devils are at it again.

I said the old devils are at it again.