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