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I played my soul down at the crossroads,
With the devil dealin’ cards in hand.
Said, “Boy, your blues will never fade,
But your soul don’t belong to man.”
Hellhounds on my trail,
Howlin’ at the midnight sky.
They’re coming for my soul,
Ain’t no place to hide.
The moon’s a sliver, cold and thin,
And the wind whispers my name.
Those fire-eyed dogs, they’re closing in,
Bringing darkness and flame.
Hellhounds on my trail,
Howlin’ at the midnight sky.
They’re coming for my soul,
Ain’t no place to hide.
I strum my last chord, fingers bleed,
Try to bargain with the night.
But the hounds don’t care ’bout pain or need,
They only want what’s right.
So if you hear that lonely whistle,
And the growl beneath the moon,
Know the devil’s dogs are coming,
And they’ll take me soon.
Hellhounds on my trail,
Howlin’ at the midnight sky.
They’re coming for my soul,
Ain’t no place to hide.
