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One Believer - Lyrics

Devil in My Closet (D. Walker/J. Campbell) 5:59

I got the Devil in my closet,
And the wolf is at my door.
I got the Devil in my closet,
And the wolf is at my door.
What�s a man to do
When he can�t trust his woman no more?

She says she did no wrong,
And seeing him was no big thing.
She says she did no wrong,
And seeing him was no big thing.
She ain�t admitting nothing,
But I believe she spread her wings.

I touched her last night
and she rolled over in her sleep.
I pulled her close
and softly kissed her cheek.
But she whispered his name
as she pressed her chest to me.

I got the Devil in my closet,
And the Wolf is at my door.

To my pride, it�s very simple,
I�ll just pack and walk right out.
To my pride, it�s very simple,
I�ll just pack and walk right out.
But my heart begs me to stay
If there�s a shadow of a doubt.

Angel of Sorrow (D. Walker/J. Campbell/Z. Kennedy) 4:15

When that angel of sorrow steps up to my bedside,
And pulls the ribbon of darkness slowly �cross my eyes,
Give me one last breath to tell my baby goodbye.

As that last clap of thunder grows faint and starts to die,
And those six black stallions come silent in the night,
Give me one last breath to tell my baby goodbye.

Dear Lord above,
I know you hear me up there.
I know it�s late in life for my very first prayer.
I ain�t here to ask for mercy for my own tormented soul,
Heaven or hell, Lord, I�m set to go� just
give me one last breath
to tell my baby goodbye.

I kneel down Lord,
But I won�t hang my head in shame.
Right and wrong, in St. Peters book my scores about the same.
I ain�t here to ask for penance,
I won�t change my ways,
I�ll take my chances come judgment day� just
give me one last breath
to tell my baby goodbye.

When I reach that misty river and times no longer on my side,
I�ll set one foot on board and that oar man�s set to ride,
One last breath,
To tell my baby goodbye.

Wild Streak (D. Walker/J. Campbell) 4:58

My Baby�s got a wild streak,
She loves a midnight ride.
My Baby�s got a wild streak,
She loves a midnight ride.
She likes to cruise the city,
On the back street nasty side.

The moon�s peepin up on the east side,
My baby�s stepping into her gown,
It�s short at the top and the bottom,
It�s magic when she stoops down.
She ain�t afraid of no alley,
She�s too cool to be scared,
Streetlight shines off her earrings,
She got a razor hid up in her hair.

Park my Harley on a side street,
Wait for her in the dark,
When she turns the corner struttin�,
Every dog in the alley starts to bark.

Couldn�t Do Nothin (D. Walker/J. Campbell) 3:47

I couldn�t do nothin� but sit down on the road and cry
I couldn�t do nothin� but sit down on the road and cry
A high stakes roller waving my baby goodbye.

I shoulda known better than to play with loaded dice.
I shoulda known better than to play with loaded dice.
A cheatin� hand always rolls snake eyes.

I must have been crazy to play her straight so long.
I must have been crazy to play her straight so long.
Then to cheat and lie do that girl so wrong.

I couldn�t do nothin�
I couldn�t do nothin�
I couldn�t do nothin but sit there and wonder why.

Tiny Coffin (D. Walker/J. Campbell) 4:42

It takes a tiny coffin for a six year old,
It takes a small hole in the ground.
It takes a tiny coffin for a six year old,
It takes a small hole in the ground.
You could fill it up with my tears and rage,
As they lowered Billy down.

Shotgun blast from a moving car,
It just don�t make no sense.
Shotgun blast from a moving car,
It just don�t make no sense.
They say they were aiming for someone else,
But they put Billy in the past tense.

I knelt by his mama as she weeped in pain.
I asked her what could I do?
I knelt by his mama as she weeped in pain.
I asked her what could I do?
She said, �Pray for me and the neighborhood,
And pray the next time it ain�t you.�

They piled in the Chevy � five angry young men,
It�s the law of the jungle for them.
They piled in the Chevy � five angry young men,
It�s the law of the jungle for them.
They know where to find the gunman,
And Billy has to be revenged.

World of Trouble (D. Walker/J. Campbell) 6:09

I left the station walking. You know the time of night
The buses don�t run through the outskirts of paradise
I heard a gunshot. I saw a razor flash.
If you don�t open your eyes this breath could be your last.
There�s a whole world of trouble, babe,
What�s this hatred for?

I don�t go near the alley. There�s hungry wolves in there.
I can hear their stomachs growling from frustration and despair.
Siren screams in the distance, another dirty deals gone down.
Just an ordinary night on the wrong side of town.

I feel a cold wind blowing. It chills me to the bone.
My heart is hanging heavy for those folks here with no home.
I walk up my steps, turn the lock once more.
Shake my head and wonder
What�s all this hatred for?

Voodoo Edge (D. Walker/J. Campbell/Z. Kennedy) 4:06

On a blue highway with the moon coming down,
I saw a girl layin� some hoodoo down.
A Creole woman with a bag of tricks,
v Wearin� a cobra snake dress shakin some mojo sticks.

She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.

I was cruisin� for a bruisin� I knew what was at stake,
From the notches on her stockings from the hearts she did break.
It hurt to touch her but I wanted her just the same,
She did the rattlesnake shake it drove me insane.

She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.

Five bolts of lightnin� and a hurricane,
The sky filled with fire and rain.
She coiled around me like the queen of the snakes,
Squeezed me �til I thought my spine would break.

She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.

Person to Person (E.James/M.Sehorn) 3:49

Don't send me no kind of letter,
I don't want you calling on the telephone,
Please don't send me no kind of letter baby,
I don't want you calling on the telephon.
I Want you person to person,
Get your fine self on back home.

Don't you bother telephoning,
I can't love no telephone.
The time you used for phoning,
YOu could have used that time comin' home.
I Want you person to person,
Get your fine self on back home.

Well I don't want no kind of letter,
I can't hold no paper tight
There ain't no kind of message
Gonna sit up and talk to me all night.
I Want you person to person,
Get your fine self on back home.

Ah, lemme make a call ...
I hear it ringing ...
Kind a sounds like station to station ...
I want person to person ...
Get me the connection
I want you person to person, baby,
Get your fine self on back home

Take Me Down (D. Walker/J. Campbell/Z. Kennedy) 6:45

I got the pedal to the metal,
And a suicide clutch
The hounds are howling,
And they�re catching up.
There�s a slow train rollin� without a sound,
I know it�s coming to take me down.

You know sin�s a costly hunger,
I always ate my fill.
I been payin� the fiddler
With counterfeit bills.
I see the smokestack lightnin�, crossroads bound,
I know it�s comin to take me down.

My engine�s screaming in fifth gear.
Breakneck speed, too fast to steer.
My lights are out, the moon is bright.
That train keeps comin� off to my right
To take me down
It�s comin� to take me down

Bugs hit the windshield, explode in red.
I cannot see the road ahead.
But it doesn�t matter where I cross the line,
That fiddler�s train is always right on time
To take me down
It�s comin� to take me down

One Believer (D. Walker/J. Campbell) 5:34

The winter trees stand naked. It�s almost dark.
One may walks slowly, alone in the park.
His mind is full of visions only he can see,
And Lord, Lord, Lord, he sure looks a lot like me.

One Believer
That�s all he�s praying for.
One Believer
To open just one door.

He goes down by the lake. It�s solid ice.
Pigeons gather round, he throws them some rice.
He�s got a picture running technicolor through his mind.
He sees his name in lights and damned if it ain�t the same as mine.

He goes back to his room. He writes a bit.
He�s sure as always, this one will be a hit.
He switches of the lamp so his loneliness won�t show,
And that prayer inside his head, that�s one I know.

One Believer
That�s all he�s praying for.
One Believer
To open just one door.


Copyright � 2003, Thomas Geiger
Revised: May 10, 2003