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THE HELL-BOUND TRAIN            79
The heat in the summer is a hundred and ten,
Too hot for the Devil and too hot for men;
The wild boar roams through the black chaparral,
It's a hell of a place he has for a hell!
The red pepper grows on the banks of the brooks;
The Mexicans use it in all that they cook.
Just dine with a Greaser, and then you will shout,
"I've hell on the inside as well as the out."
THE HELL-BOUND TRAIN
Heard this sung at a cow-camp near Pontoon Crossing, on the Pecos River, by a puncher named Jack Moore.
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.
The engine with murderous blood was damp, And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp; An imp for fuel was shoveling bones, While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
The boiler was filled with lager beer, i And the Devil himself was the engineer; The passengers were a most motley crew, Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew;
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags; Handsome young ladies, withered old hags; Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white, All chained together, O God, what a sight 1