Old man Cole lived in a shotgun shack
Outside of town by the swamp and the railroad tracks
Old folks say He's a mean old snake
Keep your distance boy for your mama's sake
He got a daughter named Cherry Lane
Sweet as back porch bourbon, black as the old iron train
No man would lay a hand for fear of Old Cole's bite
But sweet Cherry found her way to my bed one night
And I was singing

Sweet black Cherry lips
Sweet black Cherry hips
Sweet black Cherry love
Oh Praise the Lord above

Old Cole made a fortune selling bathtub Gin
Folks called it Devil's gold stained by lust and sin
He put that cash in mason jars and stuffed them in the walls
Where the blackened mold and spider webs grew up around it all
Sweet Cherry hate her old man for the bastard that he was
For the darkness in his eyes and his twisted kind of love
And she swore someday she'd run away, God knows it wasn't right
The way he came calling in the middle of the night for those

Sweet black Cherry lips
Sweet black Cherry hips
Sweet black Cherry love
Oh she prays to God above! Hear her praying, Lord God

We made a plan just as dark and cold as that black pit in old Cole's soul
She lay waiting as he crept in one night
But I slipped up behind with my daddy's hunting knife
Well we tore those walls apart as he lay there bleeding
Knife in his back just knowing she was leaving, with me
And we threw that devil's gold in my '69 Chevelle
Watching flames in the mirror, taking Cole back to hell for those

Sweet black Cherry lips
Sweet black Cherry hips
Sweet black Cherry love
Oh Praise the Lord above for those
Sweet black Cherry lips
Sweet black Cherry hips
Sweet black Cherry love
Oh Praise the Lord above