Haven’t got a heaven, haven’t got a hell,
just some whiskey in my pocket and my soul to sell.
I needed a place to rest my head
so I called up the devil to bargain for a bed.
I said “Hey Devil, you wanna buy my soul?
My feet are getting tired and these nights get cold.”
He said “Hey son, why don’t you slow down?
You know how long it’s been since I’ve been out on the town.”
Woke with a headache in a room next dawn.
I still had my soul but my whiskey was gone.
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