Devil & an Old Six String

I didn't have to drink like Hank or smoke like Willie did
It just came natural and that's the way it is
I got a little front porch runnin' thru my veins
Slammin' screen doors and pickin' helps to ease my pain
From the choir to the back pew to the honky tonks
Playin' no shows like George Jones, Lord I'm too far gone

Yeah, I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string

Made this life harder than it had to be
Married and divorced by the time I was twenty-three
Hooked on the bright lights, the night life and the party crowd
What kinda woman would want to hang around

But I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string, yeah

Yeah, I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing
Blame it on the devil and my old six string
Yeah, blame it on the devil and my old six string

(Go on take 'em to church boys, yeah)
(The waters fine)
(Send this one out to ol' Greg back in Georgia)
(Rest in peace brother)