H is for Hellhound
It's the middle of the night and I haven't slept for weeks
I'm hearing this sound like a howl and it speaks
"Your soul is mine and I will hunt you down,
And there ain't no one that I haven't found"
Sold my soul at the crossroads, so can't be saved by prayer
Look to the skies, but from the ground a growl tears through the air
It's a voice like a strong wind, but from a much different place
This is the howl of the hellhound on its chase
I can hear it coming, steady like a train, it just keeps on rollin'
It knows these are the tracks that I've spent my life strolling
A blues man fears nothing 'cause he don't know how to hide
When others would be silent, I scream, "I have already died!"
So I'm living on borrowed time with that hellhound on my trail
But I won't change nothin' still walkin' that rail
And when that hellhound catches me, I'm going down with a fight
'Cause Dylan Thomas told me, "Do not go gentle into that good night."
Rage, rage with that hellhound, but can't stop the dying light
Rage, rage with that hellhound, I will not go gentle.............