Chased Old Satan Through The Door

Well, I got no skillet and I got no lid
But the ash cake tastes like shortening bread
And I'm gonna wear that starry crown over there

Over there, over there
I'm gonna wear that starry crown over there
For I got no skillet and I got no lid
And the ash cake tastes like shortening bread
And I'm gonna wear that starry crown over there

Now I met old Satan down the lane
And I hit him in the head with a walking cane
And I'm gonna wear that starry crown over there

Chorus

Now I chased old Satan around the stump
And I gave him a kick with every jump
And I'm gonna wear that starry crown over there

Chorus

Now I run old Satan through the door
And I hit him in the head with a two-by-four
And I'm gonna wear that starry crown over there

Chorus

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