Sell My Soul (And Go Work For Jesus) by Tom Adams

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SELL MY SOUL (AND GO WORK FOR JESUS)

Had lots of money
Now I got none
Had a Maserati
But now it’s gone
I gots me a woman
She come and go as she pleases
I might as well sell my soul
And go work for Jesus

Went to the casino
They wouldn’t let me play
Bought me a dog
But he ran away
Paid for a hooker
She laughed at my penis
l might as well sell my soul
And go work for Jesus

Went to the banker
I couldn’t get a loan
Rang up my mother
She told me don’t come home
Where can I go?
It doesn’t take no genius
I might as well sell my soul
And go work for Jesus

Poem taken from It Aint All Butter by Tom Adams edited by Green Panda Press Cleveland, 2014

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