I remember that Friday night at the Alamirah Club
The band was playing them old songs that everybody seemed to love
And I just sat there in a little red chair at the end of the table
And I looked down at my boots tapping
on the floor to the beat of the song
And people danced around like they were all up in heaven
And they yelled loud at the sounds of them old fiddle songs
And I could see her through the ***
lights and the thick gray cigarette smoke
I didn't want to,
but I had to,
and I didn't know what to say
Oh, Maybel, did the devil have a hold
on you?
And oh, Maybel,
only God knows what all you've been through
And oh,
Maybel,
won't you not look down on the ground anymore?
Oh, Maybel, is the devil at your door?
The
last hard year brought in a flood that washed her hope away
Her soul was tainted with scars from
all those sleepless nights and days
She felt her fortune was told,
but when Jesus took her child
I've only seen her alone,
and I've never seen her smile
Oh, Maybel, did the devil have a hold
on you?
And oh,
Maybel, only God knows what all
you've been through And oh,
Maybel,
won't you not look down on
the ground anymore?
Oh, Maybel, is the devil at your door?
Oh, Maybel, did the devil have a hold on you?
And oh,
Maybel,
only God knows what all you've been through
And oh,
Maybel,
won't you not look down on the ground anymore?
Oh, Maybel,
is the devil at your door?