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