Lyrics - Sweet Pickle Grits
Copyright © 2005 BFH
THE DEVIL'S MY ONLY FRIEND
Words & Music by Mark Durfield
Copyright © 2003

Feelin' down, feelin' low
Ain't nowhere else that I can go
I've been kicked out of every place I've ever been
Been denied by everyone I know

My father will not speak my name
My mother just hangs her head in shame
For my evil ways they've turned their backs on me
Got noone but myself to blame

Oh sometimes I feel
Yeah sometimes I feel
Oh sometimes I feel
Like the Devil's my only friend

Can't find no love no matter how I try
A whiskey bottle's all that gets me by
Each day that passes brings me a little bit farther down
And the morning sun just makes me cry

Guess I'll take off with a gun in my hand
I know the judge ain't gonna understand
Hard luck and trouble keeps on following me
Got no hope for no promised land

Oh sometimes I feel
Yeah sometimes I feel
Oh sometimes I feel
Like the Devil's my only friend
Sweet Pickle Grits
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH