Well, there’s a Devil there across state line.
You know he’ll sell your soul for a .45
With a bag of gold, and a bottle ablaze
You’d better watch your back
Before it’s time you fold

You’d better run
You’d better run
You’d better run
You’d better run

You best watch your step
Don’t take no cigarette
There’s a gal over there,
She hasn’t met you yet

You’d better run
You’d better run
You’d better run
You’d better run

You may walk the walk
Think you can talk that talk
But there’s something amiss
That you can’t see

You’d better run
You’d better run
You’d better run
You’d better run

You’re going down
You’re going down
You’re going down
You’d better run

You’d better run, before he shoots you to the ground
You’d better run, before he shoots you down to the ground
You’d best run, before he shoots you to the ground