Listen if you will, I have a tale to tell Of an unfortunate man, the name of Solomon Snell And the philosophy he should have embraced That says no matter what you do, you'll never be safe
Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell Too much trust is the road to hell
Rightfully nervous, he took every precaution He paid three armed men to drive him to Boston But wouldn't you know it, he was broke on arrival His own men robbed him and took off in style
So he wanted to marry a girl who was true And on the basis of her name he would fidelity prove She had a handsome cousin she would visit in Charlotte Well, she said he was her cousin, the brazen harlot
Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell He played it safe and it didn't end well Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell Too much trust is the road to hell
He caught yellow fever, down Charleston way Before you knew it, they were digging his grave But he was most terrified of being buried alive And so to his finger a bell was tied
You see Snell had arranged for a man to be paid To listen for the bell when he was buried in his grave But the man got drunk and when the bell did sound Solomon lived but he stayed in the ground
No one heard a sound
Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell Too much trust is the road to hell Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell You can play it safe but it won't end well
You can play it safe but it won't end well You can play it safe but it won't end well