Hell's Comin' With Me chords and lyrics - POOR MANS POISON

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[Intro 1]
[Em][Em]
[G][D]
[Em][Em]
[G][D]

[Verse 1]
[Em]They all laughed as he turned around
[G]slo[D]w
They [Em]said, "You ain't welcome
'round here anymore,
[G]you just might as well go"[D]
[Em]He wiped the blood from his face
as he [G]slowly came to his [D]knees
He [Em]said, "I'll be back
when you least expect it
[G]and[D] hell's coming with m[Em]e"
[G]Hel[D]l's coming with m[Em]e
[G][D]

[Interlude 1]
[Em][Em]
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[Em]

[Verse 2]
[Am][B]
There is a [Em]hill at the bottom of the valley
Where all the poor souls go when they [B]die
And if you [Em]listen real close
You can [Am]hear em' like a ghost
Saying you're [Em]never gonna [B]make it out alive
[Em][Em]

[Verse 3]
There is a [Em]town at the bottom of that hill
They got a secret that they keep like a [B]slave
They got a [Em]black magic preacher
And we'd do [Am]well to let him teach her
You'll be [Em]heading up that [B]hill to the [Em]grave

[Chorus 1]
And it is [G]well, with my [B]soul
You line your [Em]pockets full of money
that you [C]steal from the poor
And on your [G]way down to hell,
you hear me [B]ring that bell
I'd pay the [Em]devil twice as [B]much to keep your

[Interlude 2]
[Em](soul)[Em]
[Em][Em]

[Verse 4]
There was a [Em]drifter passing
through that little valley
See he had promised
he was coming back to [B]town
(coming back to town)
They didn't [Em]know him by his face,
or by the [Am]gun around his waist
But he'd come [Em]back to burn
that [B]town to the ground
[Em][Em]

[Verse 5]
First there was [Em]fire, then there was smoke
Then that preacher man
was hangin' by a [B]rope
And then they [Em]all fell to their knees
and begged that [Am]drifter, begged him please
As he [Em]raised his [B]fist before he [Em]spoke

[Bridge 1]
I am the [Em]righteous [Am]hand of [B]God
And I am the [Em]devil that [C]you for[B]got
And I told you [G]one day you will see
That I'll be [B]back I guarantee
And that [Em]hell's coming, [C]hell's coming
[G]Hell, hell's [B]coming [Em]with [B]me[Em]

[Interlude 3]
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[Em][C]
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[Em][B][Em]

[Outro 1]
And it is [G]well, with my [B]soul
You line your [Em]pockets full of money
that you [C]steal from the poor
And on your [G]way down to hell,
you hear me [B]ring that bell
And I [G]said, hell's [B]coming [Em]with [B]me[Em]