Doris Fisher and Allan Roberts, 1944

It's that ole devil called love again
Gets behind me and keeps giving me the shove again
Putting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams
And rocks in my heart

It's that sly ole son of a gun again
He keeps telling me that I'm the lucky one again
Well I still have that rain
Still have those tears,
And these rocks in my heart

Suppose I didn't stay,
Ran away, wouldn't play
That devil, what a potion he would brew

He'd follow me around, build me up,
Tear me down
Till I'd be so bewildered I wouldn't know what to do

Might as well give up the fight again
I know darn well he'll convince me that he's right again
When he sings that siren song, I've just got to tag along
With that old devil called love

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