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• Artiste: Drought
• Titre: The Devil's Blues
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The Devil's Blues drivin' home and drink my beer the end of a workin' day is comin' near I sit in my garden, start to roll the whisky is cold shining in the desert sun the devil told me that I've got nothin' to lose the devil told me that I've got the blues so I'm handling with the red skin death gave him a whisky, too, he drinks like a fool hey, I'm a poor man, don't drink so hard the whisky is cold shining in the desert sun the devil told me that I've got nothing to lose the devil told me that I've got the blues on my way back home down the streets the lights are on a lying feet dark hole eyes made me shiver to the bone the devil cries I send him home the devil told me that I've got nothing to lose I send him home 'cause I've got the blues I send him home 'cause I've got the blue suede shoes