I met the devil in Poughkeepsie, New York He took a seat right beside me at the end of the bar He said, I looked familiar, had we met sometime before? Yeah, I drank with the devil in Poughkeepsie, New York And I confessed that I hadn't prayed to God Since nineteen eighty eight He said, "Oh kid, you should try again, you know Before it's too late" I asked him where my soul would go If I just dropped dead today He smiled and said "Oh, you've got some good friends Waiting for you at the gates" Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah He said, "Just say the word and I'll give you fame and fancy whores Or would you rather die a simple man, just honest and poor?" I said, "Well, now I know who my real friends are And I can't ask for much more" I thanked the devil for my drinks and made my way for the door Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah