Hellbound Train

A stranger lyin' on a barroom floor

Had drank so much he could drink no more

And so he fell asleep with a troubled brain

To dream that he rode on a hellbound train

The engine was bloody

It was sweaty and damp

And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp

An imp for fuel was shovelin' bones

While a furnace rang with a thousand groans

The boiler was filled with lager beer

The devil himself was the engineer

The passengers were most a motley crew

Some were foreigners, and others he knew

Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags

Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags

As the train rushed on at a terrible pace

Sulfuric fumes scorched there hands and face

Wider and wider the country grew

Faster and faster the engine flew

Louder and louder the thunder crashed

Brighter and brighter the lightnin' flashed

Hotter and hotter the air became

Til the clothes were burnin' with each quivering flame

Then out of the distance there came a yell

"Ha ha," said the devil, "We're nearin' hell!"

Oh, how the passengers, stricken with pain

Begged old Satan to stop that train

The stranger awoke with an anguished cry

His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standin' high

He fell to his knees on the barroom floor

And prayed and prayed like never before

And the prayers and vows were not in vain

For he never rode that hellbound train

Ha ha ha ha ha