Hells Coming With Me

I spit a stream of tobacco right on your boots

I’m back for my tractor and my family roots

You thought I was gone, you thought I was done

But I’m leanin' on the hood of a loaded-up gun

The bank took the farm and you took the rest

Now I’m standin' right here with a weight on my chest.

Chorus

So run to the cellar or hide in the hay

I’m settlin' up all my business today

I got a beat-up Ford and a barrel of lead

And I’m seein' nothing but a whole lot of red

Don't bother with beggin' or fallin' to your knee

I’m pullin' in the driveway... and Hell’s comin’ with me.

Verse 2

I remember that night at the county line

When you lied to the law and you said it was mine

I spent three years eatin' slop in a cage

Just fuelin' the fire and feedin' the rage

Now I’m back in the county and I’m lookin' for you

And there ain’t a damn thing that the Sheriff can do.

Chorus

So run to the cellar or hide in the hay

I’m settlin' up all my business today

I got a beat-up Ford and a barrel of lead

And I’m seein' nothing but a whole lot of red

Don't bother with beggin' or fallin' to your knee

I’m pullin' in the driveway... and Hell’s comin’ with me.

Bridge

(Gritty rhythm guitar kicks in hard)

The dogs are all barkin'

The sky’s turnin' black

You took what was mine

And I’m takin' it back.