And I turned down my collar He said I don't blame you And I know what you think I'll just take your money
With just a telephone card If you think is just a bottle In an old brown paper sack
And he showed me a picture He said God bless their mama But if you were wondering I've fooled her all the way
With just a telephone card If you think is just a bottle In an old brown paper sack
Running through your veins If you've never seen the devil Count up all your blessings And thank the Good Lord back