The Poison Trail
Last night I met the devil
He pulled me up a chair
Whisky, gin and bourbon
We drank together there
I offered him a cigarette
Between our pints of ale
The bastard took me for a ride
Down the poison trail
Won't need a map for where I'm going
The devil he shall guide me
Get lost on the poison trail
In the fields of hops and barley
My wallet's feeling lighter
I drank down my last cheque
The devil's liquid candy
Dwells in the bottleneck
The way his liquor hits me
It never seems to fail
I need the way I lose my mind
On the poison trail
Won't need a map for where I'm going
The devil he shall guide me
Get lost on the poison trail
In the fields of hops and barley
The pubs stop serving fare at ten
They feed me liquid bread
The devil. yeah, he wants me
He laughs at what I've said
I draw in one more smoky breath
My stomach exhale
I left my man and kids behind
For the poison trail
I grip the wheel tightly
The drink dancing in my head
Driving down Fitzgibbon street
I never saw the red
Light my life's last cigarette
My 3-inch coffin nail
The reaper bought my soul tonight
With the poison trail
Won't need a map for where I'm going
The devil he shall guide me
Get lost on the poison trail
In the fields of hops and barley
Won't need a map for where I'm going
The devil he shall guide me
Get lost on the poison trail
In the fields of hops and barley
In the fields of hops and barley
He pulled me up a chair
Whisky, gin and bourbon
We drank together there
I offered him a cigarette
Between our pints of ale
The bastard took me for a ride
Down the poison trail
Won't need a map for where I'm going
The devil he shall guide me
Get lost on the poison trail
In the fields of hops and barley
My wallet's feeling lighter
I drank down my last cheque
The devil's liquid candy
Dwells in the bottleneck
The way his liquor hits me
It never seems to fail
I need the way I lose my mind
On the poison trail
Won't need a map for where I'm going
The devil he shall guide me
Get lost on the poison trail
In the fields of hops and barley
The pubs stop serving fare at ten
They feed me liquid bread
The devil. yeah, he wants me
He laughs at what I've said
I draw in one more smoky breath
My stomach exhale
I left my man and kids behind
For the poison trail
I grip the wheel tightly
The drink dancing in my head
Driving down Fitzgibbon street
I never saw the red
Light my life's last cigarette
My 3-inch coffin nail
The reaper bought my soul tonight
With the poison trail
Won't need a map for where I'm going
The devil he shall guide me
Get lost on the poison trail
In the fields of hops and barley
Won't need a map for where I'm going
The devil he shall guide me
Get lost on the poison trail
In the fields of hops and barley
In the fields of hops and barley
Credits
Writer(s): Gabor Somogyvari, Sébastien Malenfant
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