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The Hell Bound Train.
A drunken cowboy laid down on a bar room floor, having drank so much he could drink no more. He fell asleep with a troubled brain. To dream he rode the hell bound train. The smell was hard, the air was damp, the room was lite by a brim stone lamp. On his face was an evil sneer, for the devil him self was the engineer. The demons they were shoving bones while the engine grown-ed a thousand gr-owns. The passenger's were motley crew, Christian, Babita, gentle and Jew. Rich men in fine clothes, beggars in rags, pretty young women and weathered old hags. Each had a ticket and were in tight, O god what a feeling, o god what a fight. You've trampled your mothers, you've stolen and lied, you cheated your bothers out of hell gotten pride, Now my friend your times expired you must spend eternity in the lake of fire. The cowboy awoke with sweat on his brow, he jumped to his feet with his hair standing high and fell to his knees and prayed as if he had never pried before to be rid of the sins that his soul had wore. For all these things he shall refrain. So, that he shall never ride the HELL BOUND TRAIN
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