Downbound Train
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A stranger lying on a ballroom floor
Had drunk so much he could drink no more
He fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on the downbound train
The engine was bloody, was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp
And if the fuel was shoveling bones
Out of the furnace rang
Were the thousand drums
Parlor was filled with lager beer
The Devil, he himself was the engineer
The prisoners were a motley crew
Some were foreigners and others he knew
Rich men, poor men, and beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags
Steam rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulfur fumes scorched the hands and face
Wider and wider the country flew
Faster and faster the engine blew
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the lightning flashed
Hotter and hotter the air became
'Til the clothes were burned with its quivering flame
Then out of the distance came a yell
"Ha ha," said the Devil, "We're nearly home"
Oh, how the passengers shrieked with pain
And begged, "Oh, save me to
Stop that train"
The stranger woke with an anguish cry
Cold wet sweat and his hair standing high
He fell on his knees on the ballroom floor
And prayed a prayer like never before
His prayers and vows were not in vain
For he never rode that downbound train
No, he never rode that downbound train