The Devil Is Real (And He Owes Me $9)

Midnight, at the crossroads
Old Scratch has a bar
You pay with your spirit
They don't take credit card
My soul is no good here
He won't make a deal
O Lord, save this cheapskate

'Cause the devil is real
And I owe him cash
Eight dollars max
One stinkin' beer
Man it sucks here

But I've got a strategy
An ace up my sleeve
To right all my wrongs
With one clever deed
See, I know a fiddler
He's in on my deal
Good news for my pocketbook

'Cause the devil is real
And he owes me cash
With tip and tax
A meager deal
But keep in mind
Beelzebub
Always pays his fines
Can you say the same
When hell's on the line?



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Writer(s): Jonathan Urban
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