The Hellbound Train

Lonesome Wyatt is the man, thanks for the chords. The debt of man is at your call. The Hellbound Train F C7 A drunkard lay on the barroom floor F C7 he drunk 'til he could not drink no more F B flat he went to sleep with a troubled brain F C7 F and dreamt he was on the Hellbound Train The train it flew at an aweful pace The brimstone a burning both hands and face And worse and worse the road bed 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 hollered and roared and yelled with glee "You paid your fare with the rest of my load And you got to ride to the end of the road You robbed the weak and done wrong to the poor, Turned hungry folks away from your door You laid out gold till 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 scorch and sizzle from (?) to core" Then the bar-room rung 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 never had prayed before His prayers and vows, they were in vain For his soul was doomed for the Hellbound Train The Hellbound Train