Deacon Crowe - The Devil Lost Me at the River (Dark Outlaw Country)

"The devil lost me at the river, and he won't get me back again." At twelve he ran from his own baptism in the Brazos River, and a stranger in the cedars rode with him for forty years. Then he found the white shirt his mama kept, and walked back into the water. LYRICS I turned twelve the summer Mama bleached my Sunday shirt Said that muddy Brazos water gonna wash away my dirt Half the church stood on the sandbar, singing soft and slow The preacher reached his hand to me, and I told him no That water ran so brown and deep, it looked just like a grave I ran back up through the cedars, too afraid to be saved Mama didn't say a word, she walked home on her own And she hung that dry white shirt out on the line alone The devil lost me at the river Where the muddy Brazos bends He rode with me for forty years But that's where the riding ends Lord, I went down a sinner And I came up a free man The devil lost me at the river And he won't get me back again A stranger in the cedars tipped his hat and knew my name He was waiting at the crossroads when the trouble came I fought my way from Tyler to the bayous of Lake Charles And the devil kept a ledger of my bruises and my scars Mama prayed for twenty winters, then they laid her in the clay And the stranger grinned beside me like he knew I'd never pray He figured I was bought and paid, he figured I was his But a prayer don't die with Mama, and that's the way it is (Chorus) I found the shirt she kept for me, still folded in her drawer With a note in Mama's writing, saying this is what it's for I drove down to the Brazos in the middle of the night And the stranger rode the tailgate, 'cause he smelled another fight No preacher and no singing, just the crickets and the moon And the devil on the sandbar, saying I'd be back real soon But I walked into the Brazos in that dry white Sunday shirt Forty years of running, and the water didn't hurt I went down in that brown water, and I held my breath and prayed And I came up in the moonlight, and the stranger was afraid I turned around to face him, but the sandbar was bare Just his black hat on the water and the sulfur in the air (Chorus) Lord, he lost me at the river More from Deacon Crowe: Hell Ain't Got Room for Me    • Deacon Crowe - Hell Ain't Got Room for Me ...   Deacon Crowe is a fictional character. Made with AI tools, edited by hand. New dark outlaw country every week. Subscribe for the next one. #darkcountry #outlawcountry #southerngothic #americana #countrymusic