The Devil Keeps Receipts
TitanChord
Listen up, brother.
Every man you know thinks he got away with it.
Every goddamn one.
Banker, cheater, killer, saint —
Don't matter what you hid, what you buried, what you burned.
The devil — he keeps receipts.
Billy Ray from up the holler
Told the sheriff he ain't know
Where the Wells Fargo money went
Twenty-two years ago
Bought his wife a fancy kitchen
Bought his boy a '58
Now the cancer's eatin' through him
And the doctor won't give him a date
The devil keeps receipts, boys
The devil don't forget
Every dollar, every bullet
Every kiss, every bet
You can hide it in the cellar
You can bury it out back
The devil keeps receipts, boys
And he's comin' to collect
Mary Jane, she slept with Jackson
While her Thomas was in Kuwait
Came home, she poured him supper
Kissed him sweet, locked the gate
But the boy was born in August
Had his daddy's crooked grin
Wrong daddy, wrong name on the Sunday pew
And Thomas figured all the way in
I ain't no saint myself
Got a receipt in the mail
For a girl I left in Austin
For a fight that didn't end well
Wrote my number on the bottom
Said I'd make it right some night
But the devil don't take promises
And the devil don't take checks tonight
The devil keeps receipts, y'all
Every name, every sin
He'll meet you at the crossroads
With the bill you signed him in
You can lie to your woman
You can lie to your lord
But the devil keeps receipts
And the bill comes due, by god
The devil keeps receipts, y'all
And the bill comes due, by god
Timing is estimated — lines are spaced evenly across the track.
The Devil Keeps Receipts
By TitanChord · Dark Hard Americana
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Lyrics
Listen up, brother. Every man you know thinks he got away with it. Every goddamn one. Banker, cheater, killer, saint — Don't matter what you hid, what you buried, what you burned. The devil — he keeps receipts.
Billy Ray from up the holler Told the sheriff he ain't know Where the Wells Fargo money went Twenty-two years ago Bought his wife a fancy kitchen Bought his boy a '58 Now the cancer's eatin' through him And the doctor won't give him a date
The devil keeps receipts, boys The devil don't forget Every dollar, every bullet Every kiss, every bet You can hide it in the cellar You can bury it out back The devil keeps receipts, boys And he's comin' to collect
Mary Jane, she slept with Jackson While her Thomas was in Kuwait Came home, she poured him supper Kissed him sweet, locked the gate But the boy was born in August Had his daddy's crooked grin Wrong daddy, wrong name on the Sunday pew And Thomas figured all the way in
I ain't no saint myself Got a receipt in the mail For a girl I left in Austin For a fight that didn't end well Wrote my number on the bottom Said I'd make it right some night But the devil don't take promises And the devil don't take checks tonight
The devil keeps receipts, y'all Every name, every sin He'll meet you at the crossroads With the bill you signed him in You can lie to your woman You can lie to your lord But the devil keeps receipts And the bill comes due, by god The devil keeps receipts, y'all And the bill comes due, by god
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