Текст песни
Down by the crossroad, under the moon's faint light,
A shadow’s waiting, in the dead of the night.
He’s got a pen and a contract, his patience running thin,
But the world’s gone hollow, no soul left to win.
He says, "What’s the use of waiting, when there’s nothing to trade?
No fire burns within them, their debts are all unpaid.
I came to buy a spirit, but there's nothing whole,
The devil's out of business, ‘cause no one’s got a soul."
He leans on the signpost, where the dirt road bends,
Counting empty promises, it never ends.
A bottle of whiskey, his only friend tonight,
Even the devil’s weary, when there’s no one to fight.
He says, "What’s the use of waiting, when there’s nothing to trade?
No fire burns within them, their debts are all unpaid.
I came to buy a spirit, but there's nothing whole,
The devil's out of business, ‘cause no one’s got a soul."
The wind whispers sorrow, through the cypress trees,
Even darkness wonders, where the heartache flees.
The devil’s got his papers, but they’re gathering dust,
A world without a soul is a world without trust.
So he packs up his suitcase, leaves the crossroad behind,
Searching for a heartbeat, some trace of mankind.
But the echoes are empty, the streets paved in stone,
The devil’s left wandering,
Forever.
Alone.
