Gates Of Hell

Just a week ago I was drunk as any man could be and
My body swayed from to and fro and I could hardly see
I drank away all of my pay with the finest whiskeys and ales
My wife went away and the bank took my house and they sent me to the debtors' jail and

I sold my soul for a measly sum of gold
And I knew the deal was trash, oh but I could surely use the cash
Now I'm sitting at the bottom of a thirty-mile well
And it won't be long till I meet my soul at the rusty gates of Hell

Yes it was within the jailhouse down by the old crossroads
Where I sat and I rot for days alongside the rats and the roads
All I could do as far as I knew was to get down on my knees and pray
So I prayed, and I prayed, and I prayed, and I prayed
And I prayed much to my own dismay, and

I sold my soul for a measly sum of gold
And I knew the deal was trash, oh but I could surely use the cash
Now I'm sitting at the bottom of a thirty-mile well
And it won't be long till I meet my soul at the rusty gates of Hell

After I had prayed to every god that there ever were
I sat alone with just one spirit that I knew for sure
Yes the bringer of light and the prince of the dark
Arrived in my time of need
He said to me son I ensure you'll be free
'Twas then that I made a deal with the beast and

He gnawed through my shackles
And my foot he'd not spared
He burned down the cell bars
Said go get some air
I ran out the jailhouse
And I made for the ale house
But I fell down a well
'Twas devil-work I swear

And I met with the devil and I sold my soul
For a measly satchel full of silver and gold
And looking at the bag I knew the deal was trash
But I was fresh outta whiskey and could surely use the cash
Now I'm singing from the depths of a thirty-mile well
And if anyone can hear me well I can't really tell
And it won't be long till I meet my soul
At the rusty gates of Hell