What The Devil Don’t Know Won’t Hurt Him

Shoot a squirrel, a baby girl don't even know her father
Sent her away on the fifth of May to a steamboat in the water

I loved her well, but I'm going to hell and she won't know its fires
When I'm away, she'll dine in Maine on Bloody Marys and Lobster

The day I die, well by that time, she will be a woman
She won't know me but her love's at sea with a steamboat captain husband

Can't sleep at night, well she's wondering why she don't know her father
Tell her she was born when the beauty of the sun fell into the water

The devil don't know, but I'll be counting his gold tonight
You can't grow old when you're counting his gold tonight

The devil don't know, but I'll be counting his gold tonight
And you can't grow old when you're counting his gold tonight

When she dies white wings won't fly her all the way to Jesus
Her soul will lay and move with the waves. The devil told me all his secrets

When she dies white wings won't fly her all the way to Jesus
Her soul will lay and move with the waves. The devil told me all his secrets

When she dies white wings won't fly her all the way to Jesus
Her soul will lay and move with the waves. The devil told me all his secrets