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Poor Mans Poison - Hell’s Comin’ With Me (Lyrics) "and then they all fell to their knees"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dustin Medeiros
Dustin Medeiros
Upright Bass
Michael Jacobs
Michael Jacobs
Vocals
Ryan Hakker
Ryan Hakker
Acoustic Guitar
Thomas McCarthy
Thomas McCarthy
Mandolin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dustin Medeiros
Dustin Medeiros
Songwriter
Michael Jacobs
Michael Jacobs
Songwriter
Ryan Hakker
Ryan Hakker
Songwriter
Thomas McCarthy
Thomas McCarthy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Poor Man's Poison
Poor Man's Poison
Producer

Lyrics

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 And 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 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 come back to burn that town to the ground First there was fire Then there was smoke Then the preacher man was hanging by a rope And 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 ringing that bell And I say Hell's coming with me
Writer(s): Michael Jacobs, Ryan Hakker, Thomas Mccarthy, Dustin Medeiros Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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