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The farmer'd lost most all he had. |
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His crop had failed, his stock went bad. |
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He cursed his fate, wife and son. |
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Vowed to sell his soul for dollar one. |
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In disbelief he'd uttered such words. |
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He'd hoped and prayed that no one had heard. |
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With the smell of sulfur and a flash of light |
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Appeared a demon in the dead of night. |
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The plan was for the farmer to sign |
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His name in blood upon the line. |
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They'd meet again to seal the sign, |
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In 1840, in seven year's time. |
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Time! |
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The farmer prospered, did do well. |
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Good fortune was his story to tell. |
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Still he pursued the path he feared. |
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The time was short, the dark day neared. |
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The seven years had passed away, |
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Now it was the judgement day. |
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In memory of the words he said, |
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Lucifer appear in a flash of red. |
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It's the day I said I'd come for you, |
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And now it's time to pay your due. |
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I'm here to claim the soul I've won |
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To seal the bargain and take your son! |
