Silver & Gold

I went down to the devil.
"Devil, gonna sell my soul."
Gonna come back home my little love
with my pockets full of silver and gold.

"Well, you're out of luck" said the Devil.
"I got no silver and gold.
The policeman, he come and take up all my land
and he left me in a hole."

And I'm on my own.
No place to call my home.
Ain't no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me.

"I'd give you twenty women,
pretty gals for your soul.
They'll love you sweet all the good days of the week
'til you're buried and you're dead and you're cold."

"Well, I already got me a woman.
That's why I look so old.
If I go home she's gonna leave me on my own
'Cause I got no silver and gold."

And I'm on my own.
No place to call my home.
Ain't no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me.

"Well, I'll give you a brand new motorcar,
a motorcar for your soul.
You can drive around with your good gal on the town,
you can take her right down the road."

"Well, I don't want your brand new motorcar,
motorcar for my soul.
Have to bust my ass just to buy a tank of gas
So I can drive right down the road."

And I'm on my own.
No place to call my home.
Ain't no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me.

And I'm on my own.
No place to call my home.
Ain't no pretty gal gonna waste her life on me.