Hell's Comin' With Me

They all laughed as they turned around slow They said, "You ain't welcome 'round here anymore; you just might as well go." She wiped the blood from her face as she slowly came to her knees She 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've 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'd 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, she had promised she was coming back to town (coming back to town) They didn't know her by her face or by the gun around her waist But she'd come back to burn this town to the ground First, there was fire; then, there was smoke And then that preacher man was hanging by a rope And then they all fell to their knees and begged that drifter begged her, "Please." As she raised her fist before she 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'd hear me ring that bell And I said, "Hell's coming with me."