“I wrote this song with the greatest songwriter in the world – my friend Will Jennings. I have known Will since I was 15. He and I share the same love for the early traditional acoustic blues. We wrote this song trying to summon the old soul of the past, and bring it into the future. This is one of my favorite songs on the album.” – Joe Bonamassa
Woke up dreaming I was gonna die
Woke up dreaming I was gonna die
'cause my baby said her
Said her last goodbyes
Reached out for her and she was not there
Reached out for her and she was not there
Lord, I miss her body
And her long brown hair
Hard rain falling, river flood
Black cat bawling, moon dripping blood
Woke up dreaming I was gonna die
All my sins have found me
It's my turn to cry
Yeah
Devil's rising, you don't have a chance
Devil's rising, you don't have a chance
Well there's fiddles playing
Shake your bones and dance
I just want to live another day
I just want to live another day
To see that brown-haired woman
Coming back this way
Oh yeah