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Lyrics
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They all laughed as he turned around slow
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They said "You ain't welcome 'round here anymore
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You just might as well go"
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He wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees
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He said "I'll be back when you least expect it
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And hell's coming with me
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Hell's coming with me
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There is a hill at the bottom of the valley
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Where all the poor souls go when the die
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And if you listen real close, you can hear 'em like a ghost
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And you're never gonna make it out alive
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There is a town at the bottom of that hill
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They got a secret that keep like a slave
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They got a black magic preacher
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We'd do well to let him teach her
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You'll be heading up that hill to the grave
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And it is well with my soul
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You line your pockets full of money
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That you steal from the poor
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And on your way down the hill
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You hear me ring the bell
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I'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul
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There was a drifter passing through that little valley
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He had promised he was coming back to town (coming back to town)
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They didn't know him by his face or by the gun around his waist
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But he'll come back to burn that town to the ground
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First, there was fire, then there was smoke
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Then the preacher man was hanging by a rope
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And then they all fell to their knees
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And begged that drifter, begged him please
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As he raised his fist before he spoke
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I am the righteous hand of God
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And I am the devil that you forgot
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And I told you, one day, you will see
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That I'll be back, I guarantee
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And that hell's coming, hell's coming
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Hell, hell's coming with me
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And it is well with my soul
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You line your pockets full of money
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That you steal from the poor
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And on your way down that hill
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You hear me ringing that bell
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And I say
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