Hellhounds

Standing at the crossroads
I heard the devil sing his song
and he tuned my guitar,
until I could play all night long;

Oh god, why couldn’t I have gone
out to the woodshed, or the store,
or to my baby, who’s waiting
in the curtains forever more.

I hear them ol’ hellhounds
and I know that my time has come.


I thought that I would have a little fun and write a bit of blues. I enjoyed writing this, even though I have no religious beliefs I have always enjoyed blues mythology.

One thought on “Hellhounds

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: