戦前ブルースを感じさせるブルース楽曲のオルタナティブです。

Boot prints fading in the red dirt
Sun chewing holes in my shirt
Got a pocket full of bad bets
And a name that I ain’t earned yet

Standing at the crossroads
Dust in my teeth
Devil on a fence post
Swinging his feet
Hard times hanging like smoke in my clothes
Say “boy
You’re mine” on this old dirt road

He grins wide
Offers me a matchstick
Says
“Light it up
We can get rich quick”
I see Mama’s hands in the rearview
Praying I remember what the truth can do

I ask him
“What’s the real price?”
He laughs
“You only get to roll once
Not twice”
My hands shake
But I don’t fold
Drop that match in the dust
Watch the wind turn cold