Downbound Train

A stranger lying on a barroom floor
Had drank so much he could drink no more
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on that downbound train

The engine with blood was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp
And imps for fuel was shoveling bones
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans

The boiler was filled with lots of beer
The devil himself was the engineer
The passengers were most a motley crew
Some were foreigners and others he knew

Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags
The train rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulfuric fumes scorched their hands and face

Wider even 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
'Til their clothes were burned, and they were screaming with pain
Then out of the distance there came a yell
"Ha-ha," said the devil, "We're nearly home"

Oh, how the passengers shrieked with pain
Begged old Satan to stop that train
The stranger awoke with an anguished cry
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high

He fell on his knees on the barroom floor
And prayed a prayer like never before
And the prayers and vows were not in vain
For he never rode that downbound train