The Devil in My Ear*
There's a pay phone in the hall. Just like there is on every floor. I hear it ringing
through the wall, then there's a banging on my door. Somebody yells the calls for
me. So I set down this glass of gin. I've got a feeling, yes siree. Trouble's calling
She's pouring honey in my ear. Sweet little lies I long to hear. I'm gonna do things
I'll regret. Gonna give more than I get, and watch my money disappear. My common
sense should interfere, but she's sounding so sincere. I'll forget what's right from
wrong, when I hear that siren's song from the devil in my ear.
77 El Deora
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* From the upcoming 77 El Deora CD now in production.
77 El Deora plays original music in the classic rhythms and themes of western