Lyrics Those Poor Bastards

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 brain

And dreamnt he was on a hellbound train

The train, it flew at an awful pace

The brimstone a-burning both hands and face

And worse and worse the road that grew

And faster and faster the engine flew

He blowed the whistle and rung the bell

And the devil says boys, the next stop is hell

And all of the passengers yelled with pain

And begged the devil to stop the train

But the devil laughed at their misery

He hollared and roared and yelled and with glee

You paid your fair with the rest of my load

And you've got to ride to the end of the road

You robbed the weak,

And done wrong to the poor

Turned hungry folks from your door

You laid up gold til your purses bust

You ruined young gals with your beastly lust

You mocked at God in your stubborn pride

You murdered and killed and cheated and lied

You double-crossed partners and cussed and stole

You belong to me, both body and soul

Your bones will burn in the flames that roar

You'll scortch and sizzle from rind to core

Then the bar room rang with an awful scream

As the drunkard awoke from his terrible dream

Down on his knees on the bar room floor

He prayed as he's never had prayed before

His prays and vows, they were in vain

'Cause his sould was doomed for the hellbound train