Would you hear me howl?
Do screams come from the wall?
Bluesman about to fall
Do you like to see me crawl?

I walk in dead men’s shoes
That’s why I got the blues
Now that you know the truth, oh

Do you hear hellhounds on our back porch?
I’m just about to light my torch
Just one more glass of moonshine
Whiskey with two fingers of cyanide

No more time to plead
Now blood has struck the deed
I fell upon my knees
Save me, save me please

The Lord forsake my soul
Can’t sell what I’ve then sold
Now hail is falling cold so

Do you hear hellhounds on our back porch?
I’m just about to light my torch
Just one more glass of moonshine
Whiskey with two fingers of cyanide

Now!

Do you hear hellhounds on our back porch?
I’m just about to light my torch
Just one more glass of moonshine
Whiskey with two fingers of cyanide