Bag Full of Guns

Done left the hollow
Done left your heart
I've gone down the crossroads, darling
Where the devil surely roams

Laid you down in the hollow
I've done laid you down
I've done deal with the devil, honey
To go on with god
With bag full of guns

You like your coffee
With a few drops of whiskey in it
Accompanied by a cigarette
Your favourite tobacco in it
The lights flash red and blue
Okay, you had your fun
Gone down with God
Bag full of guns

Got out of the hollow
You shook the soil and licked your wounds
Forgot the reason you left in the first place
O'boy whatchu gonna do
First they took your amendments
They took your Lincoln-Continental too
They told you: Where you're going you ain't
Gonna need no wheels to carry you

You're going with god, bag full of guns
You're going with god, bag full of guns

Straight out the hollow
Gone down the road of no return
Oh lord
You sold your soul to the devil, son
Now let him carry you down to the calmy blue
Take me!
A lesser man - I'm more like you
Go on spread the good word
A Bible in one hand and
Twelve guage shotgun to boot

You go with god, bag full of guns
You go with god, bag full of guns