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.