Lyrics

Hellbound Train

Well, he’s got the number thirteen tattooed on his soul
Fire burns in his eyes and 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 and jury and I’ve come to sentenced you”
“Meet me on the edge of town tomorrow at high noon”

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 is shattered as two gun shots scream out
And as the dust settles down you can hear the preacher shout

They’re goin’ down, down, down on a hellbound train
Down, down, down on a hellbound train
Down, down, down on a hellbound train
Goin’ down

They’re goin’ 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

Words & Music: Steven Wells
Drunk Mosquitoes BMI © 2008
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Steven Wells: Lead & Harmony Vocals, Rhythm Guitars
Joey Maggard: Lead & Rhythm Guitars, Harmony Vocals
Matt Conlin: Bass
Eric Fields: Drums