a dusty hollow drifter was lyin in the bed there was dirty water at your feet an angel at your head there was devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands the master of the double irons would no doubt soon be dead
it started with a dealer and a deck of fifty-one lone star beer, cuervo gold, two killers and their guns darkness was the witness it crept upon the town you crossed some f**kin stranger with horns beneath his crown
no mortal could have beat you no fight you ever lost but now they'll take you from this place and stick you in a box
at the death bed of jonah hex we'll kneel and say a prayer as the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair
you remember that foul evenin when you heard the banshees moan the lousy drunken bastards singin billy in the bowl they took you up to midnight mass and left you with a lurch you dropped a quarter on the plate and your blood it filled the church
it must have been a bullet whose whose silver tip was honed shoot right down into the heart and shatter every bone
at the death bed of jonah hex we'll kneel and say a prayer as the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair
up at the gates of heaven your voice it became a shout they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the f**kin windows out they shoved you back into the street they kicked you in the brains sent you away to hell where they said you should remain
at the death bed of jonah hex we'll kneel and say a prayer as the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair