Got a traveling jones, On the day I was born. I left my only home, To find what I’m looking for. They say the world must be round, So I sailed the seven seas. But searching for a brand new world, Is getting the best of me.
(Chorus) I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime. Sell my soul to the devil for a dime. I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime. Sell my soul to the devil for a dime.
I worked twenty-five years, On that assembly line. Until they finally made that gear, Took away that job of mine. Now I’m out here on this corner, I got holes in both my shoes. I got no where to turn, I’ve got nothing to lose. Except these blues.
I been on this boulevard, Since nineteen sixty-nine. My finding work was so hard. Thought about stepping over the line. Now I know someday my ticket, My ticket number’s got to win. Now a cold, cold wind is blowing, Down the back of my coat again. It’s such a sin.