There was a devil

There was a devil and I knew his name,
knew his name, knew it oh so well.
His name was pride and we had a fine time, 
had a fine time, all through the afternoon.

Down came the devil and shined my shoe, 
shined my shoe, smiling all the while.
I saw his horns curl above my corns; 
my shoes shone bright as a big brass horn.

A girl and her curls zipped and whirled, zipped and whirled,
and the beat beat faster than any old how;
I swore 'fore I died she'd be by my side, 
by my side, all the while she whirled.

We danced all night under the dark, dread pines, 
dark, dread pines while the moon was blue.
The fiddle was frisky and a little bit tipsy 
beneath the star that followed me home.

Oh pride was the devil that I took to the dance, 
took to the dance, deep in the dark dread pines.
"You go home with the one what brung you here, 
brung you here, deep beneath the pines."

So I left her there in the shining square 
tucked deep in the dark, dread pines.
And my head hung down as if I had drowned 
as I walked along alone.