Darrell Scott Follow

You don't mess around with a man in black,
You will say something wrong that you can't take back,
You wll go for a ride in his automobile,
To a spot in the woods, just over the hill.
No, you don't mess around with a man in black.

You don't fool around with a woman in red,
You'll wake up alone in a cold, barren bed
And she'll empty your pockets and tear out your heart,
And leave you the wounds of a life torn apart.
No, you don't fool around with a woman in red.

Oh, you never make deals with a man named Doc
Or you'll have a gun in your hand by twelve o'clock,
'Neath the sodium lights with your heart in your throat,
Your life won't amount to a bottle of smoke.
No, you never make deals with a man named Doc.

Don't bring me your tales of temptation and loss,
The rags of your dreams, your shattered cross,
You see, I've heard your confession, I know just who you blame
And if you had it all back you'd just lose it again.
You can't think on redemption if you aint saved,
Don't tell me your tales of temptation and loss;
Don't bing me the pieces of your shattered cross.