Sometimes the Devil has to give me his money; sometimes he gets the better of me I’ve slept in the finest of silk sheets among high royal company Sometimes I had to lay my head to rest under cold stars with nothing to eat I would always share most of what I had with any kind stranger I’d meet
Ohhh ohh ho There’s nothing I need to be free Ohhh ohh ho Don’t need a savior… Just let me be
Things come and go, people you know, rain, sun, sleet, mud and snow, silver and gold, diamonds and coal, pure hearts and lucky rabbits feet The world can be a great mystery, with rainbows, high and low tides All the wise men will tell you they’re fools, what’s written in stones never quite true
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I speak my mind most of the time, sometimes even in my sleep I don’t even know if a man has a soul, more than likely ain’t nothing we can keep That doesn’t stop me from being a gypsy, healer, soothsayer, highwayman, thief. I would always share most of what I had with any kind stranger I’d meet