Letras
Well, I've been a hard-praying boy
I've been a drunken fool in the pen
I've been a heavy-hitting bulldog
Who's a few months late on his rent
I know the world's got its evil ways
And the oaks will cut you down
It's more than any average man can take
And it ain't worth stickin' around
Yeah, it's a cruel, wicked ridin' place
And it only gets worse with time
But the devil's got his reasons
And I know he's gonna keep them
And he ain't lookin' out for mine
Lookin' out for mine
Lookin' out for mine
Well, there's a lot I could say
About the shape that it's in
You think that money's got its place
But it's only worth what you can spend
Yeah, it's a real crazy escape
Between the hard booze and white lines
But the devil's got his reasons
And I know he's gonna keep them
And he ain't lookin' out for mine
Lookin' out for mine
Lookin' out for mine, yeah