Demons from Thriftstore Cowboys by Nik Flagstar and his Dirty Mangy Dogs

My baby comes from a long line of good country people,
Standin’ in the shadow of a tall white steeple.
Baptists, Methodists, and Presbyterians
At the revival meetin’ in the hot summer sun.
Her granny was a back-woods, faith healin’ woman,
You had a case or warts or somethin’ she’s sure cure ‘em,
Or a bad back problem, You better go see her,
Hallelujah, she’s got the cure.
Well, she’d make a concoction outta holy water,
Put it on your head and start to holler,
Mix a Hail Mary with a Billy Graham scream,
Cast out that demon, now you are clean.
We all got demons
We all got demons, whether in our soul,
Or is it in the back beat of this Rock And Roll,
Is it on my heels, Is it givin’ chase?
Or can you see the demon when you look at my face?
Well my own kinfolk was another good lot.
They worked real hard for everything they got.
They got faith in Jesus and the Holy Bible,
Raised to know all about the wonder-working power.
My granny had a heart like a great cathedral.
Never cared about herself as much as other people.
If you ever needed anything, at all.
Hallelujah, she’s answer the call.
But mixed signals is all I got.
My baby’s so good, And I’m just not,
Just goes to show, No matter where you from.
You may never beat your Demons.
We all got demons,
We all got demons, whether in our soul,
Or is it in the back beat of this Rock And Roll,
Is it on my heels, Is it givin’ chase?
Or can you see the demon when you look at my face?
We all got demons.

• Alt Country Rock
• Punk
• Southern Gothic
• gypsy
• Fort Walton Beach