I met the Devil in Poughkeepsie, New York.
He took a seat right beside me at the end of the bar.
He said I looked familiar, had we met sometime before?
Yeah, I drank with the Devil in Poughkeepsie, New York.
And I confessed I hadn't prayed to God since nineteen-eighty-eight,
he said, "oh kid, you should try again you know, before it's too late."
I asked him where my soul would go if I just dropped dead today,
he smiled and said
"Oh, you've got some good friends waiting for you at the gates."
Hallelujah! O', Hallelujah! He said,
"Just say the word and I'll give you fame and fancy whores,
or would you rather die a simple man, just honest and poor?"
I said,
"Well now I know who my real friends are and I can't ask for much more."
I thanked the Devil for my drinks and made my way for the door.
Hallelujah! O', Hallelujah.
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