A
Dancy was a deacon, every Sunday found him there,
At the Lighthouse Gospel Church with his hands folded in prayer.
    D
And standin' right beside him was his pretty hometown bride.
    A
But no-one could have guessed what he was prayin' deep inside.
Dancy has a demon livin' somewhere in his past.
A dark haired cajun angel was the devil dressed in black.
D
Was it really voodoo, or just weakness in the man?
    A
The only time he ever felt was when she took his hand.

        Bm      D                   Bm    D
Oh, its been so long, but its still so st rong;
F#m             E               D
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
    F#m              E                  D
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
    Bm               F#m      D
The good man's goin' crazy so mewhere in between,
    A
The hymns on Sunday morning,
        D       Bm7     D
And the sins in Dancy's dreams.

[Repeat Intro]
A
Sometimes it's almost like he was never even there.
And other times, he swears, he smells the flowers in her hair.
   D
He never told the secret: no-one would understand.
A
She's the only one who's seen the dark side of that man.

        Bm      D                   Bm    D
Oh, its been so long, but its still so st rong;
F#m             E               D
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
    F#m              E                  D
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
    Bm               F#m      D
The good man's goin' crazy so mewhere in between,
    A
The hymns on Sunday morning,
        D       Bm7     D
And the sins in Dancy's dreams.

[Solo]
        Bm      D                   Bm    D
Oh, its been so long, but its still so st rong;
F#m             E               D
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream.
    F#m              E                  D
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans.
    Bm               F#m      D
The good man's goin' crazy so mewhere in between,
    A
The hymns on Sunday morning,
        D       Bm7     D
And the sins in Dancy's dreams.