Released on September 21, 2004

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Hush, you little baby, don't you say a word

Here comes the devil all dressed up like a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird should try to steal you off the ground

Momma's gonna grab on tight and hold you down

Down

Down

Momma, can you tell me where did my money go?

What did the devil sell me? I don't even know

He's been pecking in my pockets, diving round my door

Trying to take me with him, what does he want me for?

Momma told me "don't let go the ground"

Somebody hold me, yeah, hold me down

Down

Got the devil on my shoulder hollering, beating his red wings

Saying Polly want a dollar, I don't care if you can sing

Put down that guitar now, darling, you can't really play it

No matter what you got to say, you don't know how to say it

Momma told me 'don't let go the ground'

Now somebody hold me, hold me down

What's this coming

What's this coming

Coming over me?

I can't stand myself

I can't even stand on my own feet

But Momma told me

'Don't let go the ground'

Somebody hold me

Hold me down

Down