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The Hell-Bound Train

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The Hell-Bound Train

A Texas cowboy on a barroom floor,
Had drank 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,
Brilliantly lit by a brimstone lamp;
While an imp, for fuel, was shov'ling bones,
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 members, 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:
Wilder and wilder the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew.

Louder and louder the thunder crashed
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the clothes were burnt from each quivering frame.

And out of the distance there arose a yell.
"Ha, ha," said the  devil, we're nearing hell!"
Then, oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train!

But he capered about and danced for glee
And laughed and joked at their misery.
"My faithful friends, you have done the work,
 And the devil never can a pay day shirk."

"You've bullied the weak, you've robbed the poor;
The starving brother you've turned from the door
You've laid up gold where the canker rust,
And have given free vent to your beastly lust."

"You've justice scorned, and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride."

"You have paid full fare, so I'll carry you through;
For it's only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I'll land you safe in the lake of fire."

"Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forever more."
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high

Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon's power,
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain;
For he never rode the hell-bound train.

From Cowboy Songs, Lomax
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