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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I live in Tucson, in a trailer court on the South side All Mexican, except for me the old Gringo I speak Spanish, can get along with most anyone With all the Mexican border drugs, things can get wild I am getting old and taking things slow Was sort of a paradise in the Arizona Sun The owner has lights, security cameras, claims to be drug free Even claims to be a heavy duty born again Not like us old folks and sinner on the South After a couple of years of watching, seemed counterfeit to me Said by him last weekend, "This land is blessed, sin cannot get in" He is one of those feller, born with a silver spoon in his mouth There has been a murder conspiracy after me for years By the Old Witch and the Mexican Mafia that continues Severel months back I could feel a change in the atmosphere It was the old witch had moved in, with her bucket of fears Trying to scare me and make me sing the blues Make me think that my end was near But then last weekend I saw it all, a crystal ball view The owner lives in California, was in town Fell on hard times and the park is empty Went to the witch and money people, "Anything that is what I will do" But soon the Devil will let him down Only to add to his up coming misery He sold his soul to the Devil, just for a little gain And maybe when it all comes down, will end this conspiracy A long story made short, to the court I will report Set me free, for him will be eternal pain For a man that sold his soul, God can give no mercy There are no troops in his fort Tried to take my last dime, leave me down and out But I knew that God would not let me fail I can over come this evil pair With God, the Devil cannot run me out You see if have sort of left a "Paper Trail" "Joe you have sold your soul, you don't even have a prayer"
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