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.