Devil at your Back

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