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I went to
I went to the cross road
The Devil made me
The Devil made me choose
You can build eternal soul
You can sing the slaveholder blue
Spent twenty years in Nashville
Digging graves an writing songs
It was a Tuesday
It was a Tuesday in July
When Satan strolled
When Satan strolled on by
I stopped him a moment
Asked about the silver bowl
He said this is how I carry
The light back to the whole
Where did eye
Where did I go wrong
I asked
I asked so polite
He smiled
He smiled an looked at the bowl
Tipped his hat
Tipped his hat good night
Not but twenty
Not but twenty feet down the road
He spit on a child
He spit on a child holding the toad
The boy strutted over
Strutted over with a smile
He said **** that old witch
I'm staying wth the
With the free and the wild
The boy disappeared
Disappeared with the Sun

I went home that night
I went home last night
To let my slaves go free
They wouldn't leave
They couldn't run
They wouldn't leave
They couldn't run
I had become
I had become a tree

I went home last night
I went home that night
To find a silver bowl
Sitting on the mantle
I spit in it
I spit in it every time
Every time I think of
Anvils and lost ships
Some day this war
Some day this war going to end
I'll need a new
I'll need a new tree
For slaves who are fiends

He said **** that old witch
I'm staying with the
With the free and the wild
The boy disappeared
Disappeared with the Sun

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