Poor Deal

My father made a deal with the devil
He promised he'd give me away
If the devil made him rich and handsome
He thought it was a small price to pay
So the devil he come to get me
But my tears were way too salty
So he said "cut off her hands, cut 'em off clear,
& i'll be back next Tuesday"
Oh my poor mother, she cried buckets
& then she mopped the kitchen floor
& she begged my daddy to call it all off, she begged him
& he said "when you deal with the devil the deal is done"
My mother said "babe we're leaving, pack your bags hush don't say a word
When your Pa's out late drinking, we'll make like winter birds
We can take a plan, we can take a train, we can take a car far from here
You better make haste, there's no time to waste, before the devil get's here"
The first time I met him
He was wearing a blue suit
My mother recalled me
As I laced up my boot
He gave me a jar of butterflies and oh how my heart flutters by
It flew past the graves of the lady heat he'd slain
But oh how I can't imagine things so profane
I don't need your nicknacks, I don't need none of that
Just give me all the warmth that you soul can afford
So he gave me a ring and he made me his thing
We can take a plan, we can take a train, we can take a car far from here
You better make haste, there's no time to waste, before the devil get's here
If god and the devil are the same
Then who's your daddy now?