I Must Be The Devil - The Box Tops

I feel low as I can go I can’t show… nor let go…

I feel that…

I feel that…

I feel that, now, I must be the Devil, baby

Whoa, better not let me catch onto you

Whoa, you better not let me, darling

Aw-w-w, I’ll drag you down into this old hole

Mama don’t want to see you down there, too

Uh-uh, no she don’t, now

Well, I can’t stop this evil feel

Do you want to make a deal?

I can’t stop…

I can’t stop…

I can’t stop now;

I must be the Devil, baby

Whoa, don’t make no deals with me Whoa, you don’t want to make no deals, no you don’t now

I’ve got a long list of broken souls

Well, it stretches far as your little eyes can see

Uh-huh, yes it do now

(instrumental)

Well I can’t bear to see my face

Wrong’s done I can’t erase

It’s all wrong…

It’s all wrong…

It’s all wrong, now.

Oh God!

I must be the Devil, baby

Or I must just be out of my head

Oh yes, I must be out of my head, now

Well, I just don’t seem to know, no more…

Whoa God…

Whoa God, you know…

Oh God…

I wish I was dead

I wish I was, I really do