Waitin' On Satan

always been a drifter always been a hood my father was a grifter and my mother was no good you ain’t nothing I was told thus my heart became so cold I would cut a man down just because I could

every night when I lay my head got a rock for a pillow and dirt for my bed I pray the devil don’t know I’m asleep got one eye open one eye shut my pistol tucked right under my gut it’s enough to make a blind dog weep for me

I’m just waitin’ on Satan to cash in all the chips I bet I’m just waitin’ on Satan but don’t you call the undertaker yet don’t you call the undertaker yet

offered me big money influence and fame a way with pretty honeys and their sisters just the same promised all that I desired but my soul he would require so I signed an x cause I can’t write my name

every time that the church bells chime pretty soon I’ll be over and all out of time I pray my pistol don’t misfire on me there’s always some punk wants a duel I’ll skip town on a swayback mule it’s enough to make a blind dog weep for me

he’s coming for my soul he’s climbing out of his hole Lord have mercy on me the devil wants my soul my heart’s as black as coal Lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy on me someday