We met old Satan down where two roads cross Just me and brother Davy by my side It was in the prairie town of Wichita We shook hands with Satan on a deal that night You will be exalted in the evil works of men High power rollin' over land and sea But some dark night I'll be coming 'round again And take one of you down back to hell with me Oil spills and cancer towns was our stepping stones Immigration bills and foreclosure homes States' rights we proclaimed Like in the good old Jim Crow days Our highest aim was to take your vote away Now brother is gone brother is gone Brother is gone little brother is gone When I woke up this morning he was gone His bed was made there's his Bible too Did he have time to put on his travelin' shoes Brother is gone little brother is gone