Those Poor Bastards
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 brainAnd dreamnt he was on a hellbound trainThe train, it flew at an awful paceThe brimstone a-burning both hands and faceAnd worse and worse the road that grewAnd faster and faster the engine flewHe blowed the whistle and rung the bellAnd the devil says boys, the next stop is hellAnd all of the passengers yelled with painAnd begged the devil to stop the trainBut the devil laughed at their miseryHe hollared and roared and yelled and with gleeYou paid your fair with the rest of my loadAnd you've got to ride to the end of the roadYou robbed the weak, And done wrong to the poorTurned hungry folks from your doorYou laid up gold til your purses bustYou ruined young gals with your beastly lustYou mocked at God in your stubborn prideYou murdered and killed and cheated and liedLetras de cancionesYou double-crossed partners and cussed and stoleYou belong to me, both body and soulYour bones will burn in the flames that roarYou'll scortch and sizzle from rind to coreThen the bar room rang with an awful screamAs the drunkard awoke from his terrible dreamDown on his knees on the bar room floorHe prayed as he's never had prayed beforeHis prays and vows, they were in vain'Cause his sould was doomed for the hellbound train
From Letras Mania