Hell's Comin' with Me

Hell's Comin' with Me - Poor Man's Poison

Lyrics by：Ryan Hakker/Dustin Medeiros/Michael Jacobs/Thomas McCarthy

Composed by：Ryan Hakker/Dustin Medeiros/Michael Jacobs/Thomas McCarthy

They all laughed as he turned around slow

They said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore

You just might as well go

He wiped the blood from

His face as he slowly came to his knees

He said I'll be back when you least expect it

And hell's coming with me

Hell's coming with me

There is a hill at the bottom of the valley

Where all the poor souls go when they die

And if you listen real close

You can hear 'em like a ghost

Saying you're never gonna make it out alive

There is a town at the bottom of that hill

They got a secret that they keep like a slave

They got a black magic preacher

We'd do well to let him teach her

You'll be heading up that hill to the grave

And it is well with my soul

You line your pockets full

Of money that you steal from the poor

And on your way down the hill

You hear me ring that bell

I'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul

There was a drifter passing through that little valley

See he had promised he was coming back to town

Coming back to town

They didn't know him by his face

Or by the gun around his waist

But he'd come back to burn that town to the ground

First there was fire

Then there was smoke

Then that preacher man was hangin' by a rope

Then they all fell to their knees and begged that drifter

Begged him please as he raised his fist before he spoke

I am the righteous hand of God

And I am the devil that you forgot

And I told you one day you will see

That I'll be back I guarantee

And that hell's coming hell's coming

Hell hell's coming with me

And it is well with my soul

You line your pockets full

Of money that you steal from the poor

And on your way down the hill

You hear me ring that bell

And I said hell's coming hell's coming with me