The Downbound Train Songtext
von Chuck Berry

A stranger lying on a bar room 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 were shovelling bones
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 in broadcloth, beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags


As the train rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulphuric fumes scorched their hands and face
Wider and wider the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the lighting flashed

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