«Waitin' On Satan»
Tekst: Christer Slaaen/Phil Madeira Musikk: Christer Slaaen/Phil Madeira
always been a drifteralways 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