I was walkin’ down 43rd, rain beatin’ on my back, Heard a voice in the alley say, “Boy, you ain’t comin’ back.” She had fire in her eyes, smile sharp as a railroad nail, Said, “Come a little closer, honey… I’ll rewrite your fairy tale.” Yeah, I sold my soul to the she‑devil, Signed it right there in the pouring rain. Now I’m playin’ midnight blues for mercy, But she’s the one who owns my pain. She took me to a barroom where the neon flickered red, Whispered secrets in my ear ’bout the livin’ and the dead. Said, “I’ll give you every dream, every wish you ever knew,” But the price was my heartbeat, and the rhythm of my truth. Oh, I sold my soul to the she‑devil, Didn’t even bargain for the cost. Now I’m howlin’ like a broken amp, Tryin’ to find what I have lost. She walks like thunder rollin’, Talks like a smokestack flame. Every time I try to leave her, She just laughs and calls my name. Now I’m stuck in this contract, playin’ blues till kingdom come, Every note I bend for freedom, but she just makes my fingers numb. If you see her on the corner, with that wicked little grin, Turn around and keep on walkin’—don’t let her pull you in. Yeah, I sold my soul to the she‑devil, And she’s still collectin’ every due. If you hear my guitar cryin’, That’s the sound of a man turned blue. Yeah, I sold my soul to the she‑devil
