I used to have an old green bag
with a big, bad hole in it.
I don't think I have to mention it twice,
but I lost everything that was in it.
As I was walking down the old dusty road, with women drinking, living.
The devil took me by the hand,
I didn't notice it in time.
The pen I used to draw my dreams with
and all my tobacco leaves.
My rolling papers, sensimila seeds and many of the other things.
Come to think of it I lost my girl,
down on this road.
If there's no money, there can be no show,
she said and left me all alone.
I used to have an old green bag
with a big, bad hole in it.
I don't think I have to mention it twice,
but I lost everything that was in it.
As I was walking down the old dusty road, with women drinking, living.
The devil took me by surprise,
I didn't notice it in time.

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