The Devil's Right Hand Songtext
von Steve Earle

About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in a general store
In a general store, when I was thirteen
Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen
So I asked if I could have one someday when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up
She really blew up, I didn′t understand
Mama said, "A pistol is the devil's right hand"

The devil′s right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama says a pistol is the devil's right hand


Now my first pistol was a Captain Colt
Shoot as fast as lightnin′ but she loads a mite slow
She loads a mite slow, soon I found out
Gets you into trouble and can′t get you out
So about a year later got a Colt 45
Called it "Peacemaker," but I never knew why
I never knew why, I didn't understand
Mama says a pistol is the devil′s right hand

The devil's right hand, the devil′s right hand
Mama says a pistol is the devil's right hand

Now I got into a card game in a company town
Caught a miner cheatin′, I shot the dog down
Shot the dog down, watch him man fall
He never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw
My trial was in the morning, they dragged me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, "Not guilty," I said
"Not guilty," I said, "You got the wrong man
Nothing touches a trigger but the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand, the devil′s right hand
Mama says a pistol is the devil′s right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil′s right hand
Nothing touches a trigger but the devil's right hand