I used to have an old green bag 

with a big, bad hole in it.

I don't think I have to mention it twice, 

but I lost everything that was in it.

As I was walking down the old dusty road, with women drinking, living.

The devil took me by the hand, 

I didn't notice it in time.

 

The pen I used to draw my dreams with

and all my tobacco leaves.

My rolling papers, sensimila seeds and many of the other things.

Come to think of it I lost my girl, 

down on this road.

»If there's no money, there can be no show«,

she said and left me all alone.

 

I used to have an old green bag 

with a big, bad hole in it.

I don't think I have to mention it twice, 

but I lost everything that was in it.

As I was walking down the old dusty road, with women drinking, living.

The devil took me by surprise, 

I didn't notice it in time.