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I was walking down a dirt road

And the night was coming on fast

I had gone to for some corn meal for our supper

By the time I got to miss Johnson's house

I knew there was something wrong

By the worried look she had upon her face

I said: Miss Johnson could you tell me

What are you shaking for?

She said: Lord, they caught the devil

And they got him in jail in Eudora, Arkansas

And he's got a mean that looked like leather

And a long and funky tail

And when he touches it against the cell bars

Sparks would fly

I did not know of what she spoke

But I believed every word she said

And I burned the souls of my feet on my way back home

Well the next day a crowd had gathered

Out in front of the Eudora jailhouse

But there was not a trace to be seen of the devilNow the jailer had been a poor man

And now his pockets were stuffed with money

And he was sitting outside in a brand new Continental Lincoln

With famous skirts on it

He would not say where he got the money

Was he a part of the devils bargain?

And did he set him free that night in Eudora, Arkansas?

Now who's to say?