Devil's Tricks - John Mayall, Eric Clapton, Mick Taylor

Hard enough sometimes just to get to sleep

Then the telephone wakes you up with a ring

Party on the line dialed the number wrong

You call him everything

Or you’re in your car in the wilderness

When the motor fails miles from anywhere

You’re the victim of little devil’s tricks

You know it just ain’t fair

But there’s nothing you can do

When the devil plays a trick on you

Call it bad luck

That’s the way it goes

When the mailman comes he will raise your hopes

You go and check the box expecting a letter

But there’s nothing there but a bill you owe

When will things ever get better?

Or you’re shooting all the film with the camera

You never realized there was no film in

Elevator’s broken, so you climb the stairs

To the top of the building

There’s anything you can do

When the devil plays a trick on you

It’s a tough ol' world

It makes you feel so low

Dressing up in style so you look your best

Then you step outside and it’s pouring down with rain

Or you spill some wine on a brand new shirt

No way that you could loose that stain

A drive to see your friends takes you two or three hours

Then a neighbour says that your man’s out of town

Little things like this add up every day

Devil’s trying hard to bring you down

There is nothing you can do

When the devil plays a trick on you

Call it bad luck

That’s the blues (x3)