The Box Tops

I feel low as I can go
I can't show… nor let go…
I feel that…
I feel that…
I feel that, now, I must be the Devil, baby
Whoa, better not let me catch onto you
Whoa, you better not let me, darling
Aw-w-w, I’ll drag you down into this old hole
Mama don't want to see you down there, too
Uh-uh, no she don't, now
Well, I can't stop this evil feel
Do you want to make a deal?
I can't stop…
I can't stop…
I can't stop now; I must be the Devil, baby
Whoa, don't make no deals with me
Whoa, you don't want to make no deals, no you don't now
I’ve got a long list of broken souls
Well, it stretches far as your little eyes can see
Uh-huh, yes it do now
(instrumental)
Well I can’t bear to see my face
Wrong’s done I can't erase