Well, the Devil and the angels got a hold of me

I ain’t going down you see

Because nothing in this world is for free, you know, baby, baby

Two black eyes and the stories been told

Throw my cards and I say I fold, baby, baby

I came here to get out

The whispers soon become a shout

Pulling me in the wrong direction

I always start with the right intentions

With my worn out boots and an old suitcase

I know I’m never getting out of this place, baby, baby

Here I stand at it again

Pistols drawn, with only myself to blame

Let them shoot first and I know I can win

Living my life with this sin, baby, baby

I came here to get out

The whispers soon become a shout

Pulling me in the wrong direction

I always start with the right intentions

 

The dust they kick up will keep me in

But with my hand I know I can win, baby, baby

All the same suits and all of these faces

By morning’s first light I’ll be out of these places

With my money in my pocket I’ll be all right

Be home in the arms of angel by night

I came here to get out

The whispers soon become a shout

Pulling me in the wrong direction

I always start with the right intentions