Silver and Gold - Trampled By Turtles

I went down to the Devil

Devil, gonna sell my soul

Gonna come back home my little love

With my pockets full of silver and gold

Well, you’re out of luck said the Devil

I got no silver and gold

The policeman, he come and take up all my land

And he left me in a hole

And I’m on my own

No place to call my home

Ain’t no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me

I’d give you twenty women

Pretty gals for your soul

They’ll love you sweet all the good days of the week

'Til you’re buried and you’re dead and you’re cold

Well, I already got me a woman

That’s why I look so old

If I go home she’s gonna leave me on my own

'Cause I got no silver and gold

And I’m on my own

No place to call my home

Ain’t no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me

Well, I’ll give you a brand new motorcar

Motorcar for your soul

You can drive around with your good gal on the town

You can take her right down the road

Well, I don’t want your brand new motorcar

Motorcar for my soul

Have to bust my ass just to buy a tank of gas

So I can drive right down the road

And I’m on my own

No place to call my home

Ain’t no pretty gal gonna waste her time on me

And I’m on my own

No place to call my home

Ain’t no pretty gal gonna waste her life on me