Woorden: George Thorogood. Hellbound Train.

A stranger lied on the barroom floor
And drank so much he could drink no more
And so he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train
The engine was bloody it was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp
An imp the fuel was shovelling bones
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans
The boiler was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was the engineer
The passengers were most a motley crew
Some aboard that others he knew
Rich men in broad cloth, beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags.
As the train rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulphur and fumes washed their hands and face
Wider and wider the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the lightning flashed
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the coals were burning with its quivering flame
Then out of the distance there came a yell
a??Ah-ha!a?? said the devil a??we're nearing hell!a??
Oh how the passengers jiggled with pain
Begged old Satan to stop that train
The stranger awoke with an anguished cry
His coat wet with sweat and his hair standing high
He fell to his knees on the barroom floor
And prayed and prayed like never before
And the prayers and vows were not in vain
For he never rode that hell-bound train
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