The Devil Lives In A Mason Jar

The Devil lives in a Mason Jar
His face is clear, but his soul is dark
Pickin’ through the pieces of the peaches

The Devil makes you 10 feet tall
Swimming around in the ethanol
Drowning sorrows more sorrowful than he is

I can never turn away before he comes to make his claim on me Please believe if I could see him creeping up I’d turn my tail & leave

The Devil lives in a Mason Jar
Out in the shed in my backyard
Calling me from the hand of Jesus

The Devil hollers out my name
Drags me out into the flame
Drowning sorrows more sorrowful than he is.