Devil Is A Worried Mind

why, oh, why
does you love capture me
when i could lay my body down
and drift away to sea

and why, oh, why
must your smilin’ feel like home
when i could lay my body down
until the dust becomes my bones

i have tried a million times, but i can’t seem to get you off of my mind
if i can’t get to heaven lord, then i will die tryin’
i can’t get no peace of mind with you by my side
and everybody’s telling me that the devil is a worried mind

and i say why, oh, why
must you hang around my door
when i could lay my body down
and sleep forever more

and why, oh, why
does your love capture me
when i could lay my body down
and drift away to see

death is at my door now, babe, and it’s either heaven or hell
st. peter’s on the telephone, he’s asking me if i am doing well
just who and what the prophets are is getting mighty hard to tell
when the banker is the dealer and he’s asking for your soul to sell