Dark Country

The Devil Makes Three – Working Man’s Blues

They say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
Well they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
I don’t care what time it is
I want what’s mine and not what’s his
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
 
They say there’s not near enough here to go around
They say there’s not near enough here to go around
I don’t mind sharin‘ bread and supper
But when it comes to tobacco it’s each man’s own
And if you brought your own bottle,
Come on and sit right down
 
Sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
Yeah sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
Don’t go home and slash your wrists
Come out fightin‘ with both your fists
I know you don’t believe me,
But things sure could turn around
 
Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before
Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before
Sometimes I get to movin‘ and I fall down flat
You know you I took a beatin‘ but I ain’t dyin‘ yet
Something keeps me gettin‘ up and coming back for more
 
Well they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
Yeah they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
I don’t care what time it is
I want what’s mine and not what’s his
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands

Those Poor Bastards – Satan is watching (full album)

Goddamn Gallows – Y’all Motherfuckers Need Jesus

Ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
better end your wicked ways
well you know that he’s comin‘
and you’re gonna be runnin‘
when we’re at the end of days
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
put you deep down in the hole
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
I see satan in your eyes
well I see you standin‘ there
in your fancy clothes
don’t you know that you’re gonna die
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but the devil’s in your soul
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
whether if you’re rich or poor
well you know he’s gonna spite you
cuz you’re such a motherfucker
and he don’t like you no more
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but you keep your bible closed
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
would he ever lie to me
well he don’t like evil
and he don’t like sinnin‘
and he don’t like sodomy
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but you keep your bible closed
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
would he ever lie to me
well he don’t like evil
and he don’t like sinnin‘
and he don’t like sodomy
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but the devil’s in your soul
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!

Blues Saraceno – Dogs of War

Hear the devil callin, hear the devil callin
When I hear the devil callin‘ God will pay him for what he’s do
I can’t stop the Dogs of War, I can’t stop the Dogs of War
See the fields burnin, see the fields burnin‘
When I see the fields burnin cause
hell is coming through
I can’t stop the Dogs of War, I can’t stop the dogs of war
Feel the river risin, feel the river risin
When I feel the river risin devil coming up from you
I can’t stop the Dogs of war

The Goddamn Gallows – 7 Devils

Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
He laughs as he leads you astray
In Satan’s arms he told me that he stays
He has a blackened heart
As he wallows in the dark
And forever he’ll be searchin‘ for the day
Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
Them blue skies are turning into grey
A boxcar full of souls is on its way
We’ll ride the rails til dawn
And your soul will now belong
To the devil, well I guess you should have prayed
Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
If you cross the gates while sleeping on the floor
Leavin‘ all your worries at the door
God left you all alone
I see the devil on his throne
 Now these dirty worn out roads, they are my home
 Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
He laughs as he leads you astray
In Satan’s arms he told me that he stays
He has a blackened heart
As he wallows in the dark
And forever he’ll be searchin‘ for the day

The Devil makes Three – The Bullet

Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen
Stealing anything the eye could see
Said gather ‚round you people, anything you need
Keep my name on your lips
And put the word out on the street
 And I will rob ‚til my fingers they are down to the bone
Wander ‚til I can’t remember my own home
Drink ‚til I don’t know the meaning of alone
‚Til that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
 
Well he never ever smiled
But he always seemed pleased
Said I’ll never live down upon my bended knees
I see the game and the game it sees me
We will dance until they bury me
 
I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns
Screaming all my enemies you’ll all have your turn
The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts
The more I move on the more I am sure
That I will rob ‚til my fingers they are down to the bone
Wander ‚til I can’t remember my own home
Drink ‚til I don’t know the meaning of alone
‚Til that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

Highlonesome – Devil at my door

Well all around my bedside spirits like vultures wait well all inside, inside my mind mass graves of all hope sleeps mass graves of all hope sleeps And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay clear no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down Well all around my tired eyes galivants in your poison words as the slither of a serpent

he’s a snake in the grass coming on and moving fast

coming on and moving fast And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay away no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down Well all around these muddy streets skeletons and safety sun goes down, it’s sinning time moving down that old crooked line moving down that old crooked line And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay away no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down

Sons of Perdition – Blood In The Valley

The sick of the fold turn their backs on the flock
To wander the wasteland so grim.
They pray to false idols of wood, gold and rock
When they ought to raise voices to Him.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
They poison the wells with their venomous lies.
The crops in the fields turn to coal.
Like a gangrenous limb on the body of Christ,
Their stain brings Hell on the whole.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
(Screaming angry crazy preacher voice: “Satan is among us tonight, friends! Can you see the fire? Can you see the brimstone? Get down on your knees! Get down on your knees and crawl like the filthy beasts you have become! Back into the pits! Back into the caves! Put the bible to your head and pull the trigger! The Lord requests, and so he shall receive! Glory! Yeah! This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood! This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood! Fuck you, Satan. Fuck you, Satan!”)
The moon of the harvest is steeped in red hue,
And from the mouth of the valley, no sound.
The dregs on the ground pay the Devil his due
As he lights on that pale sunken mound.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
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With HELL so near (I am desperate tonight)

 

I don’t want you coming around to see me
Go back into town, I want to think
I don’t want to talk about tomorrow

I’m tired of your god-fearing sink
Rain is always leaking through the windows
No one’s always knocking on the door
Never had a name, they called me \“trouble\“
And I don’t want to live here anymoreThrow me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on topWe inherit the sins of our fathers
My daddy was an evil, evil man
I’m proud to say I never really knew him
But I can feel this awful presence in my skin
Who’s that young one crouching in the corner?
Why, sir, are you hanging from that tree?
What’s that thing scratching beneath the floorboards?
This town, it just don’t feel the same to meThrow me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on topBrother, I have never not been lost
The apples on the tree have turned to rot
And all around I feel the Lord’s eyes watching
If you think I’m gonna whimper, well I’m not
What you gonna do come Sunday morning
When everything you see is turned to dust
Well, I just don’t believe the shit you’re preaching
Forgive me Holy Father, if you mustAnd throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

I can’t afford to pay for heat this Winter
Ice is crawling up and down the walls
If any one should ever stop to wonder
Just tell them no one lives here anymore

Throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top
Yeah, throw me in an old pine box
And nail that lid on top

Ahhhhh
Who will cast the first stone?
Who will send me back home?
Sin is eating up my bones
I’m walkin with the Devil
This world is so evil
Lord, lord, lord
Down there in old Arkansas
They’ll hang a man before his trial
Beat him down and string him up
Just to watch him suffer
I knew a man from ‚round those parts
He had a kind of nervous heart
Some friends of mine tore him apart
I think he was my father
Well, well, wella
Satan is watching as you walk down the road
Satan is watching as you sleep
All I wants deliverance
Free me from this terrible mess
Lord, if you’re hearin‘ this
Give my spirit shelter
Send some lightning from the clouds
Get me off this dead-end road
I will do just as I’m told
Burn me to a cinder
Take my soul up to the sky
Like a vulture I will fly
To this world I say goodbye
Hello, Holy Savior!

Everything is temporary Nothing here will last Breathe the dust around you It’s the future it’s the past Nothing that you do will be remembered or remarked You’re just a loathsome stranger clutching, struggling in the dark everything is temporary there is nothing we can do When I think of death, honey I th-th-th-th-think of you Nothing that you do Will be remembered or remarked You’re just a loathsome stranger Clutching, struggling in the dark Everything is temporary Buddy you will fade away Watch the path you’re walking This could be your worst and final day Nothing that you do Will be remembered or remarked You’re just a loathsome stranger Clutching, struggling in the dark But Jesus will save us (Ha! Ha!) Jesus will save us (Ha! Ha!) Jesus he will shit on you

You think I care? Well I don’t, not anymore

Someday my soul must be blackened Anytime a girl comes over, I lock ‚em downstairs, then I just wait til she starts cryin‘ Yeah I am cruel, I don’t deny it Black Dog Get off my back Most of the folks I know go drinkin‘ every night They say they sure are havin‘ fun But when they ask me with ‚em I tell ‚em I’m too tired Truth is that I just don’t like strangers You know I plan to die alone Black Dog Get off my back I still aint gotten ‚round to go to Mississippi Oh someday lord I’d like to live there Fact is I aint been nowhere Fact is I live here forever Fact is I’m just a big mouth talker Yeah I promise myself I’ll live tomorrow Black Dog Get off my back Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again (Hey Jimmy can you get over here and take a look at this here automobile?) Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again (And I got places to go, yeah, Jimmy I got places to go) Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again Looks like the car broke down again

There is a dust storm coming – Hellfire Hymns – Those poor bastards

I am a crooked man bent down by SIN …

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