| How to get to Hadestown
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| You’ll have to take the long way down
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| Through the underground, under cover of night
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| Laying low, staying out of sight
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| Ain’t no compass, brother, there ain’t no map
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| Just a telephone wire and the railroad track
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| Keep on walking and you don’t look back
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| 'Til you get to the bottomland
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| Wait for me, I’m coming
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| Wait, I’m coming with you
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| Wait for me, I’m coming too
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| I’m coming too
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| River Styx is high and wide
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| Cinderbricks and razorwire
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| Walls of iron and concrete
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| Hound dogs howling round the gate
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| Them dogs’ll lay down and play dead
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| If you got the bones, if you got the bread
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| But if all you got is your own two legs
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| You best be glad you got 'em
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| Wait for me, I’m coming
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| Wait, I’m coming with you
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| Wait for me, I’m coming too
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| I’m coming too
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| You’re on the lam, you’re on the run
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| Don’t give your name, you don’t have one
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| And don’t look no one in the eye
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| That town will try to suck you dry
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| They’ll suck your brain, they’ll suck your breath
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| They’ll pluck the heart right out your chest
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| They’ll truss you up in your Sunday best
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| And stuff your mouth with cotton
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| Wait for me, I’m coming
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| Wait, I’m coming with you
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| Wait for me, I’m coming too
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| I’m coming
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| Wait, wait, wait, wait |