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The Hellbound Train

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A drunkard lay on the barroom floor 
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he drunk 'til he could not drink no more 
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he went to sleep with a troubled brain 
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and dreamt he was on the Hellbound Train 


The train it flew at an aweful pace
The brimstone a burning both hands and face
And worse and worse the road bed grew
And faster and faster the engine flew

He blowed the whistle and rung the bell 
And the Devil says "Boys, the next stop is Hell!" 
And all of the passengers yelled with pain 
and begged the Devil to stop the train 

But the Devil laughed at their misery 
He hollered and roared and yelled with glee 
"You paid your fare with the rest of my load 
And you got to ride to the end of the road 

You robbed the weak and done wrong to the poor, 
Turned hungry folks away from your door 
You laid out gold till your purses bust 
You ruined young gals with your beastly lust 

You mocked at God in your stubborn pride 
You murdered and killed, and cheated and lied 
You double-crossed partners, and cussed and stole 
You belong to me, both body and soul 

Your bones will burn in the flames that roar 
You'll scorch and sizzle from (?) to core" 
Then the bar-room rung with an awful scream 
As the drunkard awoke from his terrible dream 

Down on his knees on the bar-room floor 
He prayed as he never had prayed before 
His prayers and vows, they were in vain 
For his soul was doomed for the Hellbound Train 

The Hellbound Train