Where the Devil Makes His Deals - Albert Castiglia

God open up the lights put here to thrill you

Find out what you love and let it kill you

Tell me your desire tell me how it makes you feel

Down here where the devil makes his deals

I met a man in Birmingham his name was bloodshot red

The devil came and snatched his soul from the backside of his head

Now he sings the blues on Tuesday in a bar outside Mobile

Down here where the devil makes his deals

Down where the devil makes his deals

I’m not one to gamble

I can’t afford to win

Give me just a little and I’m on my knees again

I got debts that can’t be satisfied and wounds that will not heal

Down here where the devil makes his deals

All those dark blue demons like to get my goat

All my better angels just want to cut my throat

Go put on your reddest dress put on your high heels

And meet me where the devil makes his deals

Meet me where the devil makes his deals