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The Devil's Crop (500 Mile Blues)

from Lost Stories: Volume One by Ben Rogers

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Lord I’m 500 miles from my home
500 hundred miles from my home
Lord, Oh Lord, in the cotton and the corn
And I’m 500 miles from my home

I was just a lowly foreman working on a mill
I was just a lowly foreman working on a mill
I left my home and left my wife in the spring of ‘49
To work a-panning gold on the plains of Placerville

Hard times got so hard it seemed they would not break
Hard times got so hard it seemed they would not break
My tom was full of clay and the boss he cut my pay
Said, “You’ve one week before I send you on your way”

You can mould it but it will not break
You can mould it but it will not break
If you beat it, it will hold but men ain’t made of gold
There is only so much a man can take

So with my own bare hands I started digging my grave
With my own bare hands I started digging my grave
I was just about six foot down when something in the ground
Started shining like the sunshine’s golden mane

So I loaded up my coffin with the gold
I loaded up my coffin with the gold
I turned around to see the boss a-holding a gun on me,
He said, “Better drop it there or else I shoot you cold”

I drew my pistol and I shot him through the chest
I drew my pistol and I shot him through the chest
“The gold is mine,” I said, “but you can keep the piece of lead”
And I left his bones to bleach and headed west

I spent most o’ my money in the gambling den
I spent most o’ my money in the gambling den
Woke up one morning to find myself locked up in a prison cell
Nothing to go my bail I was wishing I was dead

I’s found guilty and they sentenced me to death
I’s found guilty and they sentenced me to death
By the time the rooster crows I’ll be hanging from the gallows pole
And the sun will rise the colour of my sins

Money is the root of all evil I been told
Money is the root of all evil I been told
But the seed from which it grows is made of greed and the lust for gold
It is the Devil’s crop that only fools will sow

Now I’m 500 miles from my home
500 miles from my home
Lord, Oh Lord, I wish I never had been born
And I’m 500 miles from my home

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from Lost Stories: Volume One, released January 3, 2013

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