Written by Tim DuBois/Greg Jennings/Monty Powell
Intro
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Dancy was a deacon, every Sunday found him there,
At the Lighthouse Gospel Church with his hands folded in prayer.
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And standin' right beside him was his pretty hometown bride.
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But no-one could have guessed what he was prayin' deep inside.
Dancy has a demon livin' somewhere in his past.
A dark haired cajun angel was the devil dressed in black.
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Was it really voodoo, or just weakness in the man?
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The only time he ever felt was when she took his hand.
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Oh, its been so long, but its still so st rong;
F#m E D
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
F#m E D
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
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The good man's goin' crazy so mewhere in between,
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The hymns on Sunday morning,
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And the sins in Dancy's dreams.
Repeat Intro
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Sometimes it's almost like he was never even there.
And other times, he swears, he smells the flowers in her hair.
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He never told the secret: no-one would understand.
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She's the only one who's seen the dark side of that man.
Bm D Bm D
Oh, its been so long, but its still so st rong;
F#m E D
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
F#m E D
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
Bm F#m D
The good man's goin' crazy so mewhere in between,
A
The hymns on Sunday morning,
D Bm7 D
And the sins in Dancy's dreams.
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Bm D Bm D
Oh, its been so long, but its still so st rong;
F#m E D
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
F#m E D
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
Bm F#m D
The good man's goin' crazy so mewhere in between,
A
The hymns on Sunday morning,
D Bm7 D
And the sins in Dancy's dreams.
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