The
Hellbound
Train
A drunkard lay on the
barroom floor
He drunk till he could not drink no more
He went to sleep with a troubled brain
And dreamt he was on the
Hellbound
Train
The train, it flew at an awful pace
The brimstone a -burnin'
both hands and face
And worse and worse the roadbed grew
And faster and faster the engine flew
He blowed the whistle and rung the bell
An d 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 up 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 rind to core,
Then the barroom rang
with an awful scream,
As the drunkard woke from
his terrible dream.
Down on his knees on the
barroom floor,
He prayed as he never had prayed before,
His prayers and vows they were in vain,
For his soul was doomed for
the hell -bound train.
The hell -bound train.