The Hellbound Train

A drunkard lay on the bar room floor.
 He drunk until he couldn't drink no more.
 He went to sleep with a troubled brain
 And dreamnt he was on a hellbound train
 The train, it flew at an awful pace
 The brimstone a-burning both hands and face
 And worse and worse the road that 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 hollared and roared and yelled and with glee
 You paid your fair with the rest of my load
 And you've got to ride to the end of the road
 You robbed the weak,
 And done wrong to the poor
 Turned hungry folks from your door
 You laid up gold til 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 scortch and sizzle from rind to core
 Then the bar room rang 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's never had prayed before
 His prays and vows, they were in vain
 'Cause his sould was doomed for the hellbound train