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Well, I was down at the crossroads
On a hellfire-hot summer day
I was real thirsty and my throat was drying
And the sun was beating out in my face
I was about to have a heat stroke
It must have been a thousand degrees
When a spooky old man with some beer in his hands
Appeared in front of me

Ref.
I just sold my soul to Satan
For three six packs of beer
I got 6 right here and 6 right here and another 6 more right here
When they're all gone i'm going to hell
So I guess the end is near
I've got a six six six pack,
A six six six pack of beer

Well, I just could not help myself
I was hot and that beer was cold
I guess 18 pabst blue ribbon beers
Is the value of my soul

I just drank my deal with the Devil
And now I gotta pay my dues
So now I'm going to hell with a rebel yell
'Cause my time on Earth is through

Ref.
I just sold my soul to Satan
For three six packs of beer
I got 6 right here and 6 right here and another 6 more right here
When they're all gone i'm going to hell
So i guess the end is near
I've got a six six six pack,
A six six six pack of beer

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