I met the man you speak of
I had the devil in my sights
I had nothing but my guitar
And endless sleepless nights
I walked down to the crossroads
He offered me a chance
He said he’d put me on a stage
So the entire world could dance
He said the strings would play themselves
I didn’t have to do a thing
He’d even give me vocal cords
So I could play and sing
It sounded so enticing
I almost signed my name
I got blinded by the fantasy
And the promise of some fame
But I did come to my senses
I said I’ll practice all the same
I told him I wasn’t interested
In playing children’s games
He instantly grew angry
Said he’d reserve my place in hell
I said that’s fine and dandy
But my soul, I will not sell
This made him even angrier
I could tell I struck a nerve
I told him to go back to hell
To get what he deserves
He smiled, and he winked at me
It sent shivers down my spine
Now I live every day like it’s my last
And I appreciate my time