Shake Hands with the Devil

I went down to the river
To wash my sins away
And that preacher, he took one look at me
And he turned me away
I don’t know where you’re goin'
But I sure know where you’ve been
And ain’t enough dirty water in the whole damn world
To wash away your sins
I went on down to the city
To find a way to pay
And that union man, he looked me up and down
And he turned me away
I don’t know where you’re goin'
But I sure know where you’ve been
And I’ll be damned if I give you a job
I better never see you again
It’s true I’ve seen some hard times
And I’ve known bad company
But what I do with my own damn life
That’s between my Maker and me
And I might go out to California
I might go down to Mexico
I might go down to hell, shake hands with the Devil
And make myself right at home
I looked up to the heavens
And I raised my hands on high
And I said, «Sweet Jesus, if you’re lookin' at me
Won’t you please give me a sign»
And that’s when the clouds, they parted
And the sunshine hit my face
And I knew then and there that no matter what I did
I’d always find some grace
It’s true, I’ve seen the hard times
And I’ve known bad company
But what I do with my own damn life
That’s between my Maker and me
And I might go out to California
I might go down to Mexico
I might go down to hell, shake hands with the Devil
And make myself right at home