| I went down to the Devil
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| Devil, gonna sell my soul
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| Gonna come back home my little love
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| With my pockets full of silver and gold
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| Well, you’re out of luck said the Devil
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| I got no silver and gold
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| The policeman, he come and take up all my land
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| And he left me in a hole
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| And I’m on my own
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| No place to call my home
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| Ain’t no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me
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| I’d give you twenty women
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| Pretty gals for your soul
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| They’ll love you sweet all the good days of the week
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| 'Til you’re buried and you’re dead and you’re cold
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| Well, I already got me a woman
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| That’s why I look so old
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| If I go home she’s gonna leave me on my own
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| 'Cause I got no silver and gold
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| And I’m on my own
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| No place to call my home
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| Ain’t no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me
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| Well, I’ll give you a brand new motorcar
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| Motorcar for your soul
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| You can drive around with your good gal on the town
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| You can take her right down the road
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| Well, I don’t want your brand new motorcar
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| Motorcar for my soul
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| Have to bust my ass just to buy a tank of gas
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| So I can drive right down the road
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| And I’m on my own
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| No place to call my home
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| Ain’t no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me
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| And I’m on my own
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| No place to call my home
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| Ain’t no pretty gal gonna waste her life on me |