rugged cross on the hillside
Raised by his dear devout
Little storefront church,
hand -lettered sign
You can hear the saintly sisters shout
Oh, maybe it's the weather
But the devil is partial to the sounds
Oh, maybe it's the weather
But the devil is partial to the sounds
Little black girl in a white dress
A smile like the sun come out
Standing there on a warm wooden step
Wondering what the world's about
Oh, maybe it's the weather
But the devil is partial to the sound
Oh, baby, it's the weather
But the devil is partial to the sound
And there's a hot sun blazing
Gazing without pity
On an oil fire burnin'
By the holy Mississippi
And there's a young man
at the crossroads
Forgotten how love feels
He lost hope so long ago
He's prepared to make a deal
Funeral in the morning,
wedding before the day is worn out
Young bride vows pure love now
Innocent and without doubt
Oh, maybe it's the weather
But the devil is partial to the sound
Oh, maybe it's the real love
But the devil's partial to the sound