I met old Satan through the door, and I hit him on the head with a two by four, And I���m going to wear that starry crown, over there. 
Chorus: Over there, over there, I���m gonna wear that starry crown over there, For I got no skillet and I got no lid,** and the ashcakes taste like shortening bread, And I���m gonna wear that starry crown, over there. 
I met old Satan down the lane, and I hit him in the head with a walking cane, And I���m gonna wear that starry crown, over there. 
I chased old Satan round the stump, and I gave him a kick for every jump, And I���m gonna wear that starry crown, over there. 
I met old Satan through the door, and I hit him on the head with a two by four, And I���m going to wear that starry crown, over there. 
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