Me, the Devil, and Katie Belle|Walking in the woods on Sunday|I had Katie by the arm|And the Devil leading me| |We walked right down the old spring branch |And I wouldn't let her go|I had Katie by the heart|And the Devil had my soul| |He wouldn't let me go|Tho I would beg and plead |I took Katie for my own|And the Devil, he took me| |Me, the Devil, and Katie Belle|Went walking in the woods on Sunday|I left Katie in the cold hard ground|And buried her ‘neath the tree| |I visit that tree most every night|I moan and cry and weep |For my dear love Katie Belle|But the Devil still has me| |One day I'll go beneath the ground|Unto my final sleep|God will take sweet Katie Belle|But the Devil, he'll take me| |Many a maid has had my heart |But the Devil won't let me be|I Left them all beneath the ground|Where his sweet Katie sleeps