Silver and Gold

I went down to the Devil Devil, gonna sell my soul Gonna come back home my little love With my pockets full of silver and gold Well, you're out of luck said the Devil I got no silver and gold The policeman, he come and take up all my land And he left me in a hole And I'm on my own No place to call my home Ain't no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me I'd give you twenty women Pretty gals for your soul They'll love you sweet all the good days of the week 'Til you're buried and you're dead and you're cold Well, I already got me a woman That's why I look so old If I go home she's gonna leave me on my own 'Cause I got no silver and gold And I'm on my own No place to call my home Ain't no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me Well, I'll give you a brand new motorcar Motorcar for your soul You can drive around with your good gal on the town You can take her right down the road Well, I don't want your brand new motorcar Motorcar for my soul Have to bust my ass just to buy a tank of gas So I can drive right down the road And I'm on my own No place to call my home Ain't no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me And I'm on my own No place to call my home Ain't no pretty gal gonna waste her life on me