Lyrics Dr. John – The Stroke
Text:
Stickin’ to my guns
Dis time I swear
Steady like tree sap
Never gonna tear
Wouldn’t never dare
Gonna sit my butt
In a easy chair
Round and round
Till the Stroke of Three
When I see all Hell
Comin’ down on me
Not gonna holler
I’m never gonna yell
So the Devil, he can just go
Straight to Hell
So the Devil, he can just go
Straight to Hell
Goin’ in the light
This time I know
Goin’ like a sunbeam
Fireworks show
Gonna keep what I gotten
Gonna go real slow
Gonna plant my ass
On a rodeo
Round and round
Till the Stroke of Nine
I hear all Hell
Comin’ up from behind
But I really can’t tell
So the Devil, he can just go
Straight to Hell
So the Devil, he can just go
Straight to Hell
Gonna get a break
This time I pray
Cuz I can’t get a break
Doin’ things my way
Woulda be so kind
As to pass that knife
So I can cut off my head
And get on with my life
Round and round
Till the Stroke of One
Seems like the games
Have just begun
Well, I’m not gonna buy it
And I’m never gonna sell
So the Devil, he can just go
Straight to Hell
So the Devil, he can just go
Straight to Hell
