Clarksdale

Ain’t no devil around here, Ain’t no devil to be found
Drove half way across the country, just to stand on this hallow ground
Old Scratch just might have been once, but I think he blew out of town
Just a four-way traffic light, and some fast-food chicken store
U-Haul trailer parking lot, trash on the sidewalk, and not a bloody thing more
Maybe it went down here, but the devil ain’t there anymore

Cross my heart and I cross State Street
Lookin’ for some hoof prints, maybe a deal
Kick a rusted beer can into the traffic
While doubting that Robert’s story was ever real

They say God is everywhere, but the Devil has to be a little more select
Toss a guitar pick into this nothingness, chalk-up one more huge regret
He may have cursed a guitar man, but the Devil he don’t care anymore
He may have cursed a blues man once, but the devil don’t give a damn anymore