Matt Woods - The Devil Drinks Scotch lyrics
[Matt Woods - The Devil Drinks Scotch lyrics]
Give a man a job but take away his chance
To ever do better than take
What you'll hand him on down
Send him down in that hole
Lungs full of coal before he grows old
Leave him down under that ground
Somebody, somehow, help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the
Road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with
The world in his hand
Let the girl be a mom but tie both her hands
She'll work double shifts at the bar
Trying to manage her time
Get them up out of bed
In the mornings and fed
And come home half dead
Too late to tell them "Sleep tight"
Somebody, somehow, help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the
Road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with
The world in his hand
It's a hard troublesome way
For those who've been countin' on fate
To deal out some cards they can play
And gambling their hope
Promises dance like the truth
When you've spent your whole life being used
Your heart like a head in a noose
At the end of your rope
Somebody, somehow, help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the
Road to the promised land
Somebody, somehow, help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the
Road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with
The world in his hand
That old devil drinks scotch with the world
The world in his hand
To ever do better than take
What you'll hand him on down
Send him down in that hole
Lungs full of coal before he grows old
Leave him down under that ground
Somebody, somehow, help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the
Road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with
The world in his hand
Let the girl be a mom but tie both her hands
She'll work double shifts at the bar
Trying to manage her time
Get them up out of bed
In the mornings and fed
And come home half dead
Too late to tell them "Sleep tight"
Somebody, somehow, help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the
Road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with
The world in his hand
It's a hard troublesome way
For those who've been countin' on fate
To deal out some cards they can play
And gambling their hope
Promises dance like the truth
When you've spent your whole life being used
Your heart like a head in a noose
At the end of your rope
Somebody, somehow, help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the
Road to the promised land
Somebody, somehow, help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the
Road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with
The world in his hand
That old devil drinks scotch with the world
The world in his hand