作词 : Long

作曲 : Long

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

Sell my soul to the devil for a dime.

Sell my soul to the devil for a dime.

Sell my soul to the devil for a dime.