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Hell's Coming With Me
Jonathan Young
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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
Sayin', "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, and you'd do well to let him teach ya
And you'll be headin' up that hill to the graves
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 to hell, you'll hear me ring that bell
I'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul
There was a drifter passin' through that little valley
See, he had promised he was comin' back to town
They didn't know him by his face, or by the gun around his waist
But he had 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
And they all fell down to their knees and begged that drifter, begged him please
Then he raised his fist before he spoke
"I am the righteous hand of God
And I am the devil that you forgot
I told you one day you would see, I'd be back, I guarantee
And hell's coming, hell's coming
Hell's coming, 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 to Hell, you'll hear me ring that bell
I said
"Hell's coming with me"
Oh, yeah
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