[Music] Ray LaMontagne And The Pariah Dogs – Devil's in the Jukebox

Ray LaMontagne And The Pariah Dogs, an acclaimed American singer-songwriter and performer, has recently released a captivating song titled "Devil's in the Jukebox". This incredible record is a must-have addition to your Playlist, as it showcases Ray LaMontagne And The Pariah Dogs' exceptional talent and musical prowess.

The track "Devil's in the Jukebox" is featured on their highly acclaimed project, "God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise". This body of work is a testament to Ray LaMontagne And The Pariah Dogs' artistic brilliance and their ability to create soul-stirring music that resonates with listeners on a profound level.

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Ray LaMontagne And The Pariah Dogs Devil's in the Jukebox Lyrics:
Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills
Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills
Big yellow moon risin' up over the hills
My baby's on a tear and she's fit to kill
Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills

Devil's in the jukebox, jumpin' on the rhythm and blues
Devil's in the jukebox, jumpin' on the rhythm and blues
Devil's in the jukebox, jumpin' on the rhythm
Kinfolk say, "You've got to take what you're given"
Devil's in the jukebox, jumpin' on the rhythm and blues

Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry
Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry
Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle
Kick off your shoes and set a little
Mama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fry

Packin' my bags and thinking that I'd get out of town
Packin' my bags and thinking that I'd get out of town
Been packin' my bags, think I'll get out of town
But like an old dog, I just keep hangin' 'round
Packin' my bags and thinking that I'd get out of town

Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills
Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills
Big yellow moon risin' up over the hills
My baby's on a tear and she's fit to kill
Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills