Theres car lights on a Sandhills road
The yard was lit up and the moon
cnd a man came knocking in the hours past
Now the screen doors hanging from a shotgun blast

He never let it show just let the meaness grow
Covered up covered with the booze and the pills
Them planes were flying low looking for the killer where did he go
The devils running devils running through these hills

Lit the car on fire to cover his tracks
But the posse got him cornered in the shack out back
cnd the lead was flying in the summer breeze
Caught him in the jaw and took out both knees

Them boys they let it all go cuz they're wadn't anyway to know
He was covered up covered up and lying still
Drug him out for the paper to show still breathing on the plane he's got to go
Take him to town take the devil out of these hills

Some say he bled out on the way to town
Some say he came to before the plane touched down
cnd it might've been the bullets like the paper said
Or a pair of mooremaker's to the side of his head

Now them planes are flying home four dead in Nebraska is all they know
Snuffed the devil out the devil out of these hills
They snuffed the devil out the devil out of these hills