Angel/Devil and I

No sign, from the devil that sent me a postcard.
I hope he’s busy, 'cause I don’t have time with him.
You son of a bitch!
I hope you die soon,
my closest friend.
This is a blues about the devil who’s walking in my shoes.
I hope he stumbles and stumbles and breakes his bones.
(The way he plays)
I hope he stumbles and stumbles and breakes his bones.
You son of a bitch!
I hope you die soon, my closest friend.
My closest friend.
My closest friend.