The spitoon
With blood
Is almost half full
Cigarette butts
On the floor
Harmonica calls
The devil
A deal
He signed
Long ago.
A womans place
Rough whisky
Painted ladies
Bar rooms fights
The teeth
Upon the floor
Under flickering
Lights.
He sure can play
That instrument
No tune
He cannot own
But he feels the heat
Of the Devils pact
At the crossroads
Long ago.
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Author:
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