Way Down Hadestown

Follow that dollar for a long way down

Far away from the poorhouse door

Either get to hell or to Hadestown

Ain’t no difference anymore!

Way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Hound dog howl and the whistle blow

Train comes a-rollin, clickety-clack

Nobody knows where that old train goes

Those who go they don’t come back

Way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Winter’s nigh and summer’s o’er

I hear that high and lonesome sound

Of my husband coming for

To bring me home to Hadestown

Way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Everybody dresses in clothes so fine

Everybody’s pockets are weighted down

Everybody sipping ambrosia wine

In a goldmine in Hadestown

Way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Everybody hungry, everybody tired

Everybody slaves by the sweat of his brow

The wage is nothing and the work is hard

It’s a graveyard in Hadestown

Way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Every little penny in the wishing well

Every little nickel on the drum

All them shiny little heads and tails

Where do you think they come from?

They come from way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Mister Hades is a mean old boss

With a silver whistle and a golden scale

An eye for an eye!

And he weighs the cost

A lie for a lie!

And your soul for sale

Sold!

To the king on the chromium throne

Thrown!

To the bottom of a sing-sing cell

Where the little wheel squeal and the big wheel groan

And you better forget about your wishing well

Way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Mr. Hades is a mighty king

Must be making some mighty big deals

Seems like he owns everything

Kind of makes you wonder how it feels

Way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Way down Hadestown

Way down under the ground

Way down under the ground

Way down under the ground