The Devil and Me

Crossroads.

 

Here the sundown comes:

The wind the sand road sweeps

I waited by the grey dead tree

Many women, many bars, many towns -

They've come all this way with me.

 

A black song sang from my guitar strings

I played until

the cigarette was done

It hit the dry roadside grass

and a fire rose beside me.

There he stood, as the sun.

 

"For what summoned you me?"

he fret.

"Is it blood, is it gold.

is it women, is it a soul?"

 

"It is thee who have summoned me."

I said.

"And yes, dear frend,

I wish for all of those."

But I'd nothing left to offer.

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