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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Down in the bayou
Where the cypress leans
He met that stranger
By the blackwater reeds
One red-eyed grin
One crooked hand
Said, "Sign right here
And you'll be a rich man"
He took that pen
With a trembling thumb
Blood on the paper
And the deal was done
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the moon got low
And the night got mean
He heard old whispers
Under the Spanish moss trees
(You made your bed)
(You made your bed)
Now sleep with the snake
You fed
[Chorus]
He sold his soul
In the bayou mud
Sold his soul
For gold and love
Sold his soul
For a bright stage flame
Now he can't go back
Can't say his name
[Verse 2]
First came the money
In a velvet stack
Then came the women
Leaning on his back
Ring on his finger
Cigars in the rain
But every sweet kiss
Left a poison stain
He'd count his diamonds
He'd flash that grin
Still hear that shadow
Crawling under his skin
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the moon got low
And the night got mean
He heard old whispers
Under the Spanish moss trees
(You made your bed)
(You made your bed)
Now sleep with the snake
You fed
[Chorus]
He sold his soul
In the bayou mud
Sold his soul
For gold and love
Sold his soul
For a bright stage flame
Now he can't go back
Can't say his name
[Bridge]
He ran to the river
Knees in the sand
Cried out for mercy
With the devil's hand
But the water stayed still
And the reeds stayed cold
The stranger just laughed
For the debt was sold
[Chorus]
He sold his soul
In the bayou mud
Sold his soul
For gold and love
Sold his soul
For a bright stage flame
Now he can't go back
Can't say his name
Details
GeneratedAug 14, 2026
Duration4:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues shuffles with a swampy 12-bar feel, slow-to-mid tempo, brushed drums and mournful slide guitar; verse rides sparse guitar, bass, and bone-dry harmonica, pre-chorus opens with call-and-response backing vocals, chorus hits with gang shouts and a nasty slide lick, bridge drops to just voice and fingerpicked guitar before the final chorus returns heavier. Lead vocal is gritty and close-mic with double-tracked hook words, delayed ad-libs on key lines, and a few whispered asides. Ear candy includes frog-pond ambience, a reverse guitar swell into each chorus, and a short harmonica cry between phrases. Mix is dusty, wide, and smoky with a raw juke-joint edge., blues, soul
Credits
Prompt bySmoothDrop881
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
blues about a man that sold his soul to the devil in the Louisiana Bayou for fortune women money and fame
