Beat The Devil Out Of It

I always listened to my daddy

I heard my momma's voice

Whenever I had a problem

I had to make a choice

Is it a good book or a bad book

To use my head or heart

These words they always spoke to me

It's where I always start

Beat the devil out of it

These words they always spoke to me

It's where I always start

I've traveled this great country

Highways and low ways too

Found love as much as I lost it

Sad but it's true

There's good folks around every turn

To always lend a hand

Pick me up when I am down

You'd be so proud of this man

Beat the devil out of it

Pick me up when I was down

You'd be so proud of this man

Hup 2, 3, 4

Beat the devil out of it

When Uncle Sam says go to Alaska

You better go

Landscapes they might change

But my palette stays the same

Smile in the sunshine

Or in the rain

I'm done with giving orders

Except these words that I live by

Spoken by my parents

God I always try

To beat the devil out of it

Beat the devil out of it

Spoken by my parents

You've got to always try

We love Bob Ross for reasons too great to list here, but one for sure has to be...'wash the four inch brush in odourless paint thinner, shake 'em off and...'