Lyrics

I Sold my soul to the devil and he gave me two for one And empty bag of gold and a bottle from the Rum Affordability is on credit if you can get it I sold my soul to the devil and he gave me two for one He'll be your friend until the end of the bottle I didn't know what he meant when he Grinned and he said see you tomorrow I guess it's true you really do become a slave when you borrow Good one Hand gives the other hand takes the other hand takes Affordability is the thing for which we strive And they tell us that we need it to survive But I'm just happy living in this one room shack Ain't got nothing so I won't miss it when they take it back He'll be your friend until the end of the bottle I didn't know what he meant when he Grinned and he said see you tomorrow I guess it's true you really do become a slave when you borrow Good one Hand gives the other hand takes the other hand takes Affordability is the thing for which we strive And they tell us that we need it to survive But I'm just happy living in this one room shack Ain't got nothing so I won't miss it when they take it back He'll be your friend until the end of the bottle I didn't know what he meant when he Grinned and he said see you tomorrow I guess it's true you really do become a slave when you borrow Good one Hand gives the other hand takes the other hand takes
Writer(s): Donald Sundal, Theodore Von Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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