Ray Wylie Hubbard, Eric Church, Lucinda Williams - Tell the Devil I'm Gettin' There as Fast as I Can lyrics

Screamin' in a mic
Playing a Strat through a Vox AC-30
Gives a troublesome back and a
Ringin' in your ears
My last band covered the Clash
The Kinks and the Replacements
Seems my soul is as mis-spent as my years
Now I got a Princeton reverb
It's in an old Anvil case
It's in the back of a Ford Econoline
It’s a six hour drive to
Austin and the Continental Club
I got to change the strings on my ES-335

Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there
As fast as I can
Playin' a sunburst Gibson in
An alt-country band
And loving a woman who can out-cuss any man
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there
As fast as I can

I met her in LA, we was openin' for Son Volt
She had eyes mascara'd like Eva Green’s
She sparkled with wildness like
The blue yonder
She'd done a time in darkness
And was two years clean
She wears an old leather jacket
It was made by Irish saints
And boots engraved with skulls and thorns
She got her ink in Tulsa
Still she don't like red-dirt bands
Bein' in love with her is
Like living in a thunderstorm

Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there
As fast as I can
Playin' a sunburst Gibson in
An alt-country band
And loving a woman who can out-cuss any man
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there
As fast as I can

Now the faithless live in
Grays and faded purples
And the gamblers never bet on 12's or 2's
The drunken poets disappear into big shadows
And the rock 'n' roll believers
Sing the easy rider blues

Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there
As fast as I can
Playin' a sunburst Gibson in
An alt-country band
And loving a woman who can out-cuss any man
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there
As fast as I can