Who's that a' comin' down that lonesome road? Who's that a bringin' such a heavy load? Who's that a wearin' such an awful face? It must be the devil and his old suitcase! Who's that a' knockin' on my front door? Who's that a tryin' to get in once more? Who's that a sayin'," I like your place"? It must be the devil and his old suitcase. The blues he gives you, will only get you down, oh yes, oh yes And if he gets you, he'll turn your happy hours upside down. Who's that a leaving from my front door? Who's that a leavin' like he did before? Who's that a sayin'," I hate that grace"? It must be the devil and his old suitcase. Who's that a leavin' from my front door? Who's that a leavin' like he did before? Who's that a sayin'," I hate that grace? It must be the devil and his old suitcase. It must be the devil and his old suitcase!