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Never Let the Devil Get the Upper Hand of You - The Carter Family
Written by：Carter
My tender parents brought me up
Provided for me well

Twas in the city of Lanson town
They placed me in a mill

It was there I spied a pretty fair miss
On whom I cast my eye

I asked her if she'd marry me
And she believed a lie

Three weeks ago last saturday night
Of course it was the day

The devil put it in my mind
To take her life away

I went into her sisters house
At eight o'clock one night

But little did the sister think
On her I had my spite

I asked her if she'd take a walk
With me a little ways

That she and I might have a talk
About our wedding day

We walked along until we came
To my little desert place

I grabbed a stick off of the fence
And struck her in the face

I run my fingers through
Her coal black hair
To cover up my sin

I drug her to the river side
And there I plunged her in

I started back unto my mill
I met my servant John

He asked me why I was so pale
And it so very warm

Come all young men and warning take

Unto your lovers be true

And never let the devil get

The upper hand of you