Hellbound Train

words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)


He’s got the number thirteen tattooed on his soul Fire burns in his eyes & his heart’s made of stone He’s got a pistol at his side that’s made from solid gold As he drifts into town on a wild west cyclone The shutter doors swing open at the Dead Goat Saloon The chill of spurs clangin as he walks into the room He says I’m the judge & jury & I’ve come to sentenced you Meet me on the edge of town tomorrow at high noon And I’ll take you down, down, down on a hellbound train Down, down, down on a hellbound train Down, down, down on a hellbound train Goin’ down on a hellbound train A hot desert wind blows down the lonely street Tumbleweeds shuffle past as the church bell rings Suddenly the calm shatters as two gun shots scream out As the dust settles down you can hear the preacher shout

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