A stranger lyin' on a barroom floor
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Had drank so much he could drink no more
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And so he fell asleep with a troubled brain
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To dream that he rode on a hellbound train
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The engine was bloody
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It was sweaty and damp
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And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp
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An imp for fuel was shovelin' bones
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While a furnace rang with a thousand groans
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The boiler was filled with lager beer
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The devil himself was the engineer
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The passengers were most a motley crew
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Some were foreigners, and others he knew
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Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags
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Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags
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As the train rushed on at a terrible pace
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Sulfuric fumes scorched there hands and face
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Wider and wider the country grew
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Faster and faster the engine flew
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Louder and louder the thunder crashed
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Brighter and brighter the lightnin' flashed
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Hotter and hotter the air became
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Til the clothes were burnin' with each quivering flame
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Then out of the distance there came a yell
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"Ha ha," said the devil, "We're nearin' hell!"
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Oh, how the passengers, stricken with pain
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Begged old Satan to stop that train
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The stranger awoke with an anguished cry
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His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standin' high
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He fell to his knees on the barroom floor
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And prayed and prayed like never before
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And the prayers and vows were not in vain
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For he never rode that hellbound train
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Ha ha ha ha ha
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Hellbound Train (Downbound Train)
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| George Thorogood And The Destroyers |
