You ain’t got nothing for me to sell my soul.
You ain’t got nothing, yeah to me, you’re as good as gone.
But you can drive yourself crazy trying.
But what you’re selling I ain’t buying.
You ain’t got nothing but you sure is a gamblin’ man.
All the bets are in, and you still play your loosing hand.
You can run around from door to door,
‘Cause I ain’t taking you in no more.
You ain’t got nothing here for me.
Just grey skies as far as I see,
So I will go down that road and I’ll never look on back
Cause it’s one hell of a slippery slope with an empty pocket and a monkey on your back.