Hey there son, you wanna be a star? Hey there boy, you better have a plan. You better think of something 'cause you're not good enough on your own. I'm a wanted man 'cause I sold my soul to the devil. I'm an outlaw now, but I bought what I wanted. I sold my soul to the devil. I am a legend. Idolized and feared, I'm a ghost of a man. I've been damned to hell, and there's no way to tell if I'm ever coming back. Now I'll be remembered. I'll take it to my grave, what I thought up when I went down to Georgia. I thought it up when I went down to Georgia. And I just hear my mother's words, and she said, "You better think of something, 'cause you're not good enough on your own." I'm a common man, I just sold my lie to the people. They won't forget me now, 'cause they bought what I wanted. I sold my soul to the devil. I took a stroll to the crossroads. And I met the devil there. And he said, "Boy, do you have a plan? It'll only cost you your soul." And I said, "Oh, I don't wanna be forgotten. So let 'em know I sold my soul to the devil. I sold it."