Shake The Devil
You were born with a bad disposition,
And a heart as cold as ice.
Your tounge is sharp as a razor,
It's cut me more than twice.
Shake the Devil. Shake the Devil.
I believe you could shake the devil,
You could shake him all night.
Standing face to face with the devil,
Send him runnin' off in the night.
Writer(s): Tommy Bolin, Jeffrey Craig Cook
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