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THE HELLBOUND TRAIN |
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TEXAS cowboy lay down on a bar-room 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 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, and withered old hags, Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white, All chained together,— O God, what a sight!
While the train rushed on at an awful pace, The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and
face; Wider and wider the country grew, As faster and faster the engine flew.
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