The Devil Borrowed My Boots - Whitney Rose

It was a Saturday night, I was staying put

Head buried in my latest book

As the sandman called, I heard a knock

I thought «Who could that be?

I’m just knitting these socks»

Almost slipped on my fresh scrubbed floor

When I came to see who was knocking at my door

Who could it be?

To my surprise

The devil stood there before my eyes

Said, «You wanna hit the town?»

I said, «Go away» turned on my heel to my room to pray

As I left and faded out of sight

The devil borrowed my boots last night

Took off in my boots and went to town

Went and caused a scene

Don’t be fooled by the boots

That wasn’t me

Oh I can only go now from what I’m told

Let’s just say the devil wasn’t good as gold

Shots of whiskey at the bar

Yelling at the band that they’d never go far

Just when people thought that the devil had left

Nope, outside lighting up a cigarette

Took off in my boots and went to town

Went and caused a scene

Don’t be fooled by the boots

That wasn’t me

Then the devil came back and found a corner alone

Started necking with Johnny Jones

I guess the devil thought that was fun to do

‘Cause then the devil necked with Jedd Jones too

But y’all think that was me, y’all ain’t right

The devil borrowed my boots last night

Y’all think that was me

Y’all ain’t right

Y’all think that was me

Y’all ain’t right

Y’all think that was me

Y’all ain’t right

The devil borrowed my boots last night