I got a traveling bones, On the day I was born
I left my only home, To find what I'm looking for
They say the world must be round, So I sailed the seven seas
But searching for a brand new world, Is getting the best of me

 [bad word]  I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime
Sell my soul to the devil for a dime
I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime
Sell my soul to the devil for a dime
I worked twenty-five years, On that assembly line
Until they finally made that gear, Took away that job of mine
Now I'm out here on this corner, I got holes in both my shoes
I got no where to turn, I've got nothing to lose
Except these blues

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(GUITAR SOLO)
I been on this boulevard, Since nineteen sixty-nine
My finding work was so hard. Thought about stepping over the line
Now I know someday my ticket, My ticket number's got to win
Now a cold, cold wind is blowing, Down the back of my coat again
It's such a sin

 [bad word] 
(GUITAR SOLO w/refrain.)
I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime