Can't help myself I go round and roundncould be coming or going when you see me in townnlike crop circles visible from the skynyou can ask when and you can ask whynin the delta they called it the walkin' bluesnbut I know it's just the devil in my shoesnnFair haired lady married a preacher mannfor reasons that she now can't understandnall the best wine to go with that breadnbut it ain't the body of christ in her bednshe's up all night...she's searching for cluesnbut I know it's just the devil in my shoesnnI got the devil in my shoesnthe devil in my shoesnborn not to woman...but to losenwith the devil in my shoesnnI'd find myself a balconynthe higher up you go the less you gotta seendon't wanna be bothered with the cracks in the roadnscanning the sky for my mother lodenwhen I find it I'll bid you a fond adieunbecause I got the devil in my shoesnnThere's a soldier who always runs awayna traveling salesman who decides to stayna father living on an old bar stoolnpresident elected by a pack of foolsntell me son what would you donif you had the devil in your shoes?nnI got the devil in my shoesnthe devil in my shoesnborn not to woman...but to losenwith the devil in my shoes