Devil Come (Live)

I walk along a smoky isle, between two rows of slots

Underneath casino lights, I'd come to call my spot

A man stopped me as I stepped inside said just a five will do

Give me bills for food and I'll spill a simple tale to you

John Sargent was a betting man, reeked of cigarettes and sin

He fell into that blackjack pit, and he never came out again

Lost his chance of getting free when he got his first win

Spent his days in the smoky haze, with blackjack chips and gin

Because he danced with queens and aces, till his feet were black and blue

That just means he couldn't run when the devil come and get what's due