Up the Devil's Pay - Old 97's

I’m gonna tend a bad fire until you come around

I’d sing you real live love songs

If I could get the feeling down

I want to make you happy but the devil’s out my way

So I’ll just pack up everything

Roll it out and up the devil’s pay

I want to cause a bad scene but I gotta change my ways

I want to hear your sound again

I want to see you 'round someday

I want to make you happy but the devil’s out my way

So I’ll just pack up everything

Roll it out and up the devil’s pay

And there seems no way to comfort me

To take me from this station where I’m at

'cause the things I love are leaving me

And it’s taking every single piece

It’s a grade-A mess and it’s cutting teeth

It’s a big black wind that’s blowing back of me

I’m gonna roll up everything into a big red sun

Boil til the room’s insane

Wave my rattles on and on

I want to make you happy but the devil’s out my way

So I’ll just pack up everything

Roll it out and up the devil’s pay