Intro
[Em] [G/E] [Bm/E] [Em] [G/E] [Bm/E]
Verse 1
[Em]They all laughed as he turned around [G/E]slow [Bm/E]
They said [Em]you ain't welcome round here anymore
[G/E]You just might as wel[Bm/E]well go
[Em]He wiped the blood from his face as he[G/E]he slowly came to his[Bm/E]his knees
He said [Em]I’ll be back when you least expect it
[G/E] [Bm/E] And hell's coming [Em]with me [C]
[G/E] [Bm/E] Hell's coming [Em]with me [G/E] [Bm/E]
Instrumental
[Em] [G/E] [Bm/E] [Em] [G/E] [Bm/E] [Em]
Verse 2
[Am] [B7] There is a [Em]hill at the bottom of the valley
Where all the poor souls go when they [B7]die
And if you [Em]listen real close, you can [Am]hear em’ like a ghost
And you're [Em]never gonna [B7]make it out a[Em]alive
[B7] [Em]
Verse 3
There is a [Em]town at the bottom of the hill
They got a secret that they keep like a [B7]slave
They got a [Em]black magic preacher, we'd do [Am]well to let him teach her
They'll be [Em]heading up that [B7]hill to the [Em]grave
Chorus
And it is [G]well, with my [B7]soul
You line your [Em]pockets full of money that you [C]steal from the poor
And on your [G]way down the hill, you hear me [B7]ringing that bell
I'd pay the [Em]devil twice as [B7]much to keep your [Em]soul
Verse 4
[Em] There was a [Em]drifter passing through that little valley
He had promised he was coming back to [B7]town (Coming back to Town)
They didn't [Em]know him by his face,
Or by the [Am]gun around his waist,
but he came [Em]back to burn that [B7]town to the [Em]ground
Verse 5
First there was [Em]fire, then there was smoke
Then the preacher man was hanging by a [B7]rope
Then they [Em]all fell to their knees,
and begged that [Am]drifter, begged him please
As he [Em]raised his [B7]fist before he [Em]spoke
Bridge
I am the [Em]righteous [C]hand of [B7]God
And I am the [Em]devil that [C]you for[B7]forgot
And I told you [G]one day you will see, that I'll be [B7]back, I guarantee
And that [Em]hell's coming, [C]hell’s coming, [G]hell, hell’s [B7]coming, [Em]with me
Instrumental
[Em] [B7] [Em] [B7] [G] [B7] [Em] [C]
[G] [B7] [Em] [B7] [Em]
Chorus
And it is [G]well, with my [B7]soul
You line your [Em]pockets full of money that you [C]steal from the poor
And on your [G]way down the hill, you hear me [B7]ringing that bell
And I say [G]
hell's [B7]coming [Em]with me [B7] [Em]
