Kyle Carey Devil At Your Back lyrics

Apple blossoms in your leaves,
Black crow sitting on a walnut tree

Blackberries in the early fall,
Ladder across the old stonewall

There's a new moon at the window
Her moonbeams on the floor

Lace up quick your walking shoes
You ain't got no time to lose
Don't come 'round here no more

Ragweed up on Mandrake hill,
Morning dew on the moonshine still
Crabtree fiddle with a broken bow,
Coon-cat crying in the April snow.

There's a trail through Rusty's holler
A bloodhound couldn't track


Turn your face to the rising sun,
It's time for you to cut and run
I think the devils at your back

Cold wind blowing through the pines,
June bugs in your dandelions

Empty saltbox on the sill,
Summer breeze with a winter's chill

There's a rusty copper penny
At the bottom of the well

It seems to me the signs are clear
It's best that you get out of here
Find your own way back to hell