A D
I grew up seein' things in black and white
A D
There's only two ways to go, either wrong or right
G D
But when the moon replaces the sun, that's when the damage is done
D A D
Black and white start fading into gray
G
Well there's somethin' 'bout the bright city lights
D
Got to my head last night
G A
I went one time too many to the well
G
And it's a mighty fine line between right and wrong,
D G
Even thinner 'tween heaven and hell
D A D
Well my soul ain't sold, but I got it up for sale
That sun is beating down on me, I just can't hide
'Cause that midnight train that I've been on is no free ride
Hey but what could be so wrong, 'bout lovin' wine, women and song
I guess I'll get my kicks in now before they're gone
Chorus
Chorus
Yeah, my soul ain't sold, but I got it up for sale