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• Artiste: Those Poor Bastards
• Titre: The Hellbound Train
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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