Poughkeepsie, NY

I met the devil in Poughkeepsie, New York

He took a seat right beside me at the end of the bar

He said I looked familiar; had we met sometime before?

Yeah, I drank with the devil in Poughkeepsie, New York

And I confessed I hadn't

Prayed to God since 1988

He said, "Oh, kid, you should try again

You know, before it's too late"

I asked him where my soul would go

If I just dropped dead today

He smiled and said, "Oh, you've got some

Good friends waiting for you at the gates"

Hallelujah! O', Hallelujah!

He said, "Just say the word, and

"I'll give you fame and fancy whores

Or would you rather die a simple man:

Just honest and poor?”

I said, "Well, now I know who my real friends are

"And I can't ask for much more"

I thanked the devil for my drinks

And made my way for the door

Hallelujah! O', Hallelujah!