by Paul McCartney      Run devil run, the angels having fun   Making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done   When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,   Listen what I'm saying to you Run . . . Run Devil Run   By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp   Sittin reading by the light of a kerosene lamp   Lives a holly roller with a mission on her mind   Got to spread the word to anybody she can find   You can hear her screaming any time in night or day   This is what she says to keep the demons away      Run devil run, the angels having fun   Making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done   When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,   Listen what I'm saying to you Run . . . Run Devil Run      Her brother and her sister said that she brought them down   Steppin on the bus that was heading to town   There they started drinking, they got into a fight   The sheriff introduced them to the jailhouse for a night   When the holy roller came to town to pay the bail   This is what she sang as she was leaving the jail      Run devil run, the angels having fun   Making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done   When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,   Listen what I'm saying to you   Run . . . Run Devil Run      Well by the middle of the summer they were back in the shack   Picking cotton for a livin keep 'em on the right track   Visiting the neighbors trying to spread the good news   Singing gospel music with a hint of the blues   All of them determined to deliver the goods   Now you you hear the music comin out on the woods      Run devil run, the angel having fun   Making winners out of sinners better leave before it's done   When he gets through, he'll be coming after you,   Listen what I'm saying to you Run . . . Run Devil Run      Ah you'd better Run . . . Run Devil Run   You better run . . .