Hey

When the devil comes for me I know heʼll drag me down through the ground nice and slow, and if Iʼm lucky enough heʼll take my eyes before I go

Hey (lord my lord)

When the devil comes for me Iʼll be shootin doves while iʼm floatin down the
Mississippi and if Iʼm lucky enough heʼll beat my head before I leave

Hey (lord my lord)

Cus Iʼve been a bad man, rolling into town when everyoneʼs sittinʼ in pews
And I would roll up, thinkin’
I could show up, dressed in boots, fuck sunday shoes
Well I deserve it, so I prepped for hell pits, only one more grand thing to do
Iʼm gonna drink myself until I canʼt stand cus when I die thereʼll be no more booze