Reverend, reverend, please come quick

'Cause I've got something to admit

I met a man out in the sticks of Good Ol' Miss

He drove a series 10 Cadillac and wore a cigar on his lip

Don't you know the devil wears a suit and tie

Saw him driving down the 61 in early July

White as a cotton field and sharp as a knife

I heard him howling as he passed me by