A long black limousine And somerone's at the door Says "You may not remember me But we've met before" "You better give up your possessions You won't need them anyway In the place where you're going You can't tell the night from day" Told me to sign a paper As he put a pencil in my hand But I ain't gonna sign my soul away Not to the devil nor to another man So I took my rifle and shot him Straight between the eyes But he just laughed and said "We got one just about your size"