i got a traveling bones on the day i was born i left my only home to find what i m looking for they say the world must be round so i sailed the seven seas but searching for a brand new world is getting the best of me i could sell my soul to the devil for a dime sell my soul to the devil for a dime i could sell my soul to the devil for a dime sell my soul to the devil for a dime i worked twenty five years on that assembly line until they finally made that gear took away that job of mine now i m out here on this corner i got holes in both my shoes i got no where to turn i ve got nothing to lose except these blues i been on this boulevard since nineteen sixty nine my finding work was so hard thought about stepping over the line now i know someday my ticket my ticket number s got to win now a cold cold wind is blowing down the back of my coat again it s such a sin i could sell my soul to the devil for a dime