by Paul McCartney



Run devil run, the angels having fun

Making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done

When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,

Listen what I'm saying to you Run . . . Run Devil Run

By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp

Sittin reading by the light of a kerosene lamp

Lives a holly roller with a mission on her mind

Got to spread the word to anybody she can find

You can hear her screaming any time in night or day

This is what she says to keep the demons away



Run devil run, the angels having fun

Making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done

When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,

Listen what I'm saying to you Run . . . Run Devil Run



Her brother and her sister said that she brought them down

Steppin on the bus that was heading to town

There they started drinking, they got into a fight

The sheriff introduced them to the jailhouse for a night

When the holy roller came to town to pay the bail

This is what she sang as she was leaving the jail



Run devil run, the angels having fun

Making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done

When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,

Listen what I'm saying to you

Run . . . Run Devil Run



Well by the middle of the summer they were back in the shack

Picking cotton for a livin keep 'em on the right track

Visiting the neighbors trying to spread the good news

Singing gospel music with a hint of the blues

All of them determined to deliver the goods

Now you you hear the music comin out on the woods



Run devil run, the angel having fun

Making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done

When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,

Listen what I'm saying to you Run . . . Run Devil Run



Ah you'd better Run . . . Run Devil Run

You better run . . .