Verse 1 The door is locked, the room is dark, and my fine baby’s gone, These blue devils on my shoulder gonna stay until the dawn. She traded my devotion for a pocketful of lies, Now there's nothing but the rain falling from my eyes. Verse 2 I checked the streets, I asked around, but no one saw her leave, Just a cold wind in the alley tightly tugging at my sleeve. She traded my devotion for a pocketful of lies, Now there's nothing but the rain falling from my eyes. Verse 3 I see her shadow on the wall, I hear her steps downstairs, But I wake up in the midnight hugging nothing but the air. She traded my devotion for a pocketful of lies, Now there's nothing but the rain falling from my eyes. Verse 4 The clock is ticking on the shelf, the whiskey’s running low, The midnight shadows knocking, telling me it’s time to go. She traded my devotion for a pocketful of lies, Now there's nothing but the rain falling from my eyes. Verse 5 I’m gonna take my old guitar and drown it in the lake, 'Cause there is no song regular for the promise she could break. She traded my devotion for a pocketful of lies, Now there's nothing but the rain falling from my eyes.
