On the morning of the first day of Ghost Month 2017, I turned on the car radio, and William Elliot Whitmore started singing these lyrics:
The old devils are at it again
Who knows what they’ll do
And its true right now like it was back then
The old devils are at it again
From behind these bars the view don’t change
Desperation, death and despair
From what little I hear of the outside world
Well its not to different out there
And they tell me there’s a war without no end
The old devils are at it again
They died by the millions, children, women and men
The old devils are at it again
When I say devils, you know who I mean
These animals in the dark
Malicious politicians with nefarious schemes
Charlatans and crooked cops
Moonshine still gets you five to ten
The old devils are at it again
Stripes on your back and a ball and chain
The old devils are at it again
Two men stare out of prison bars
Wondering what got um here
One saw mud but the other saw stars
Praying that the end is near
The billboard outside says confess your sins
The old devils are at it again
I guess I will confess that I’ve been suffering
The old devils are at it again
I said the old devils are at it again
Who knows what they’ll do
And its true right now like it was back then
The old devils are at it again
I said the old devils are at it again
