Devil's Den

Nothing here, nothing there

A whole lot of nothing everywhere

Just a black crow sitting on a rusty wire

You'll see me stacked on a funeral pyre

I smell that smoke and feel that fire

Gonna pack my pistol, pack my knife

Pack my sins from a hard-lived life

To get to the promised land

You're gonna get dirt on your hands

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Say a prayer, honey, but don't wait up

I'll be back, but I don't know when

Gotta do a little business in the devil's den

Money in the ground, blood in the sand

If you live past 30, you're a lucky man

You might not live long, but you will die tired

Like the next poor soul that I'll have to hire

We can all keep singing in the demon choir

Gonna pack my pistol, pack my knife

Pack my sins from a hard-lived life

To get to the promised land

You're gonna get dirt on your hands

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Say a prayer, honey, but don't wait up

I'll be back, but I don't know when

Gotta do a little business in the devil's den

It's a long, hard road

But I'm gonna find my way

I'll be getting what I'm owed

Or there'll be hell to pay

Gonna pack my pistol, pack my knife

Pack my sins from a hard-lived life

To get to the promised land

You're gonna get blood on your hands

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Say a prayer, honey, but don't wait up

I'll be back, but I don't know when

Gotta do a little business in the devil's den

Gotta do a little business in the devil's den