The Devil Keeps Receipts

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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