Southpaw

I met the devil at the crossroads I took the left hand path He said to me with a sinister gleam To sign the contract, I signed that contract He turned and said, "You're indebted to me" He's turning wine into whiskey And blood into cash I sold my soul for the riches and gold And never looked back, I never looked back I turn around and he's following me There's a moral to my story And all I can say A man with a cane'll sell you glory and fame For a small price to pay, It's a small price to pay I turn around and he's staring at me