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."