01 August 2022
Music Monday: Bringing the...Hell?
So, in another Tiktok introduction, I bring you this song that follows the folk song tradition in that there is a story within its three and half minutes...but I came up with at least two more as I listened. This kind of music is what writers like me (pantsers) listen to when we need inspiration...or we just want to stare at a blank screen and pretend that we know what we are doing.
Hell's Comin' With Me by Poor Mans Poison
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 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 got a black magic preacher (ooh) 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 to hell, 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 See 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 (ooh) But he 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 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 to hell, you hear me ring that bell And I said, hell's coming with me (hell's coming with me)
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