Devil Wouldn't Bite

I went down to the crossroads for to sell the Devil my soul
And I asked him feed the hungry, and I asked him help the poor
And the Devil spit in the dirt and the Devil slammed his door.

I went down to the crossroads for to sell the Devil my life
If he'd turn away the smoking gun and blunt the shining knife
And I offered up my soul, but the Devil would not bite.

I walked away from crossroads, met an angel on the road
And the angel said "You cannot make the Devil take this load,
It's only you can do the work that every soul is owed."

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