Friend of the Devil
Down at the crossroads,Where the whiskey never ends,
Sits the devil and myself,
And a few of our good friends,
We partied all night,
'Till the rising of the sun,
Then old satan stands on up,
And says "boys it's sure been fun,
Sits in the Jaguar,
He presses on the throttle,
My eyes never left that car,
Lips never left the bottle,
My friends and myself,
Sit with trouble on our minds,
The sins resting in black hearts,
With satan no where to find,
We drank 'till sunrise,
All the sudden satan rose,
All he ever did was laugh,
At the path that we chose.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2009-07-21 at 15:07
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