Devil Pays In Gold Lyrics - Singles - Boland Jason

Gus checked his pocket-watch it was a quarter past nine 

He caught a train to Baton Rouge and bought a copy of the times. 

Pulled out a faded picture of a woman with coal black hair 

She had gone out east and he prayed hed find her there. 

She met a gambler who said hailed from New Orleans 

Gus knew he fancied her but she wanted him too it seemed 

He followed the trail of broken stories till he heard that she left town, 

She was packed and gone by the time he turned around 

He talked to the man a while that had tore the ticket stubs 

If he finds that son of a bitch he was gonna spill that Cajun blood 

There would not be a mojo man who would save him from that day 

He had crossed the line and there was hell to pay 

Well the 10 oclock from San Antone it departed right on time 

He lit up a cigarette as the tracks began to whine 

The Texas heat had felt like hell without his woman there 

The Spanish maiden with the coal black hair 

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Youre gonna live and die by the blade and youll reap what you sow 

Cause life the things that happens on our way to growing old 

If the truth was known to woman she could steal her lovers soul 

She knows that the devil pays in gold. 

The pulled into the station and he packed his cap and ball 

He went to check the hotels if he needed to check them all 

He knew all he had to do was to find a game of cards 

He could drop the ace of spades on the queen of hearts 

He found the downstairs card room where the high rollers stayed 

One chair stood empty from the last table left to play 

He pulled a stool up to the bar but he could not see a thing 

Till a loud mouth Yankee bet his ladys ring 

Pulled a pistol on the desk clerk cause he would not take a bribe and then he shouted 

Give me their number and you might walk out alive 

The next thing from the clerks lips was the number forty-four 

And he pointed upstairs and he ran on out the door 

He found the room and was ready to go inside 

He put a boot to the door and it flew open wide 

The gambler he reached for his gun but he would not get a shot 

Gus had his aim and he let that hammer drop 

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The gambler lay before him he was sprawled across that chair 

But where was his maiden with the coal black hair 

He didnt know she stood behind him, she had gone for wine and bread 

He hit the floor when her bullet struck his head. 

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