Hanging underneath  the weeping cherry tree,

 you’re looking at him,

 but you’re talking to me,

oh, you’ve got to put that devil down,

yeah, just set him in the ground.

So I drove from New York City down to Birmingham

but you still hold my heart in the palm of your pale

little hand,

you’ve got to put that devil down.

Yeah, just set him in the ground.

If you keep this up,

I’ll send you back to your Mother,

I’M going back to my family too.