Crossroads Hotel

Here at the Crossroads Hotel

I sit alone with The Devil Himself

While the troubadour wIth the skIn sings the blues

While pretty ladies sing

I care not a thing

For good and evil

For if The Devil takes care his own

Then even evil men have their god

Who knows who may steal my innocence

The poet or the priest

I care not for name and fame in the least

For a liar by any other nom

Would stink just as much of shit

Let him wear the hat whom it fit

Povey 2013