Stirring my Whisky with a Nail

'Doctor, lawyer, juror - beggarman, punk' -
that's what I scratched in the wall of the county jail.
'There ain't no devil – it's just God coming home drunk',

but man, that ain't no comfort when your ship's a-gone and sunk --
I don't want no priests or pensioners watching when I fail.
Doctor, cowboy, thief, beggarman, punk;

hell man, I sure ain't no Buddhist fucking monk,
but I got lots of time for thinking when I'm riding on the rail
cos there ain't no devil – it's just God when he's drunk,

and here I'm gonna tell you all those things what I thunk.
See I been up and down, seen this country top to tail.
Hey, mister! shirker, shiner – poor man, punk --

I learnt one man's treasure is another man's junk
but there ain't no place for me if the meek are gon' prevail,
cos there ain't no devil – it's just God blind drunk

and one man's perfume is another man's skunk
and now I'm stirring dirty whisky with a nail,
boys: 'Doctor, lawyer, beggarman, punk'
don't you know there ain't no devil – it's just God when he's drunk.