Lyrics:

Boy, that bottle belongs to the devil, better
Leave it on the shelf.
Could be the old man wants it
For himself.

Well it hurts my heart to see a young man fall
It hurts me to my bones
To see him high in the morning
and by evening see him gone.

Boy, that women belongs to the captain, better
Let her go her way
Before the captain,
got something to say.

Well it hurts my heart to see a young man groan
It hurts me to my bones
To see him high in the morning
and by evening see him gone

Boy, that power belongs to the devil, better
Leave that power alone
Could be the devil,
Gonna want it for his own.

Well it hurts my heart to see a young man fall
It hurts me to my bones
To see him high in the morning
and by evening see him gone

To see him high in the morning
and by evening see him gone