Downbound Train Songtext
von Vika & Linda

A stranger lying on a barroom floor
Had drank so much he could drink no more
And so he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a downbound train
The engine was bloody, was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp
And in the fuel was shoveling bone
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 were foreigners and others he knew
Rich men, the broke folk, beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags
As the train rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulfuric fumes scorched their hands and face
Whiter and whiter the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew
Louder and louder the thunder clapped
Brighter and brighter the lightning flashed

Hotter and hotter the air became
′Til their clothes were burned with each quivering flame
Then out of the distance there came a yell
"Haha," said the devil, "We're nearing home"
Oh, how those passengers shrieked with pain
And 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 his prayers and vows were not in vain
For he never rode that downbound train