Songtexte Devil Pays in Gold - Jason Boland & The Stragglers
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
he'd
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
o'clock
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
Chorus:
You're
gonna
live
and
die
by
the
blade
and
you'll
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
lover's
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
lady's
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
clerk's
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
Chorus
The
gambler
lay
before
him
he
was
sprawled
across
that
chair
But
where
was
his
maiden
with
the
coal
black
hair
He
didn't
know
she
stood
behind
him,
she
had
gone
for
wine
and
bread
He
hit
the
floor
when
her
bullet
struck
his
head.
Chorus
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