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 that 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

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

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

Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah