I used to live in the country. Brought up by the old folks rules. My pa was a preaching pastor. And my ma taught Sunday school. I was told about devilish. Who lived just to do no good. All I knew was my religion. And how to serve the best I could. I always knew about the son of evil. Could lead a woman to no good. He used to get me from the church window. Telling me I wouldn't be missed. Promising we'd just hold hands. And maybe just one little kiss. It was hard on me back south. I'm disowned by my family. But I'd do it all over again. That's how good it is to me. But now I'm the daughter of evil. And I'm trying to get you up in heah. Oh up in heah. Up in heah. Oh up in heah. Up in heah. Oh oh