Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} The Hellbound Train by Will Sundown Hellbound Train Lyrics. I'm going down the road on the Hellbound Train Take a long look lady 'cause you won't see me again Take a last look lady, yes hard and long 'Cause I'm going down the road on the Hellbound Train. Hellbound Train driving slow Move on down to the Hell below Conductor please won't you lend a hand? Got to get on board take me to your land. Yes I know I've been so wrong Too late now I'm moving on Hellbound Train I'm on it's track Moving down I can't look back. I'm going down the road on the Hellbound Train Take a long look lady 'cause you won't see me again Take a last look lady, yes hard and long 'Cause I'm going down the road on the Hellbound Train. I'm going down the road on the Hellbound Train Take a long look lady 'cause you won't see me again Take a last look lady, yes hard and long 'Cause I'm going down the road on the Hellbound Train. Lost and flying down the road on the Hellbound Train Lost and flying down the road on the Hellbound Train Hand and hand with the devil. Hellbound Train. Comprising the same lineup as , released Hellbound Train a year later. For this effort, ' guitar theatrics are toned down a bit and the rest of the band seems to be a little less vivid and passionate with their music. The songs are still draped with Savoy Brown's sleek, bluesy feel, but the deep-rooted essence that so easily emerged from their last doesn't rise as high throughout Hellbound Train's tracks. The title cut is most definitely the strongest, with , Simmonds, and Paul Raymond sounding tighter than on any other song, and from a wider perspective, Andy Silvester's bass playing is easily Hellbound's most complimenting asset. On tracks like "Lost and Lonely Child," "Doin' Fine," and "If I Could See an End," the lifeblood of the band doesn't quite surge into the music as it did before, and the tracks become only average-sounding blues efforts. Because of Savoy Brown's depth of talent, this rather nonchalant approach doesn't make Hellbound Train a "bad" album by any means -- it just fails to equal the potency of its predecessor. But there is a noticeable difference in the that followed this one, as the band and especially Simmonds himself was beginning to show signs of fatigue, and a significant decline in the group's overall sound was rapidly becoming apparent. The Hellbound Train by Will Sundown. I have a very old postcard from the early 1900s, this poem is printed on it. The first line begins:- Tom drank until he could drink no more, then he went to sleep on the bar room floor, where he tossed and turned with a troubled brain, to dream that he rode on the hell bound train. This poem was written by my Grandfather in England in the 1930/40's and started 'A docker lay down on a barroom floor'. My Cousin has the original handwritten copy and the paper it was first published in. His name was Edward Foley b.1896 d. 1944. Any other copy of this poem is not the original. Comments from the archive. - I believe the book you're looking for is, ‘The Best Loved Poems of America’, my grandmother just brought it into me for a school project. Here's as it is in the book, THE HELL-BOUND TRAIN. A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more, So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on the hell-bound train. The engine with murderous blood was damp And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp; An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones, While the furnace rang with a thousand groans. The boiler was filler with lager beer And the devil himself was the engineer; The passengers were a most motley crew— Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew. Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags, Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags, Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white, All chained together—O God, what a sight! White the train rush on at an awful pace— The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face; Wider and wider the country grew, As faster and faster the engine flew. Louder and louder the thunder crashed And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed; Hotter and hotter the air became Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame. And out of the distance there arose a yell, “Ha, ha,â€​ said the devil, “we're nearing hell!â€​ Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain And begged the devil to stop the train. But he capered about and danced for glee, And laughed and joked at their misery. “My faithful friends, you have done the work And the devil never can a payday shirk. “You've bullied the weak, you've robbed the poor, The starving brother you've turned from the door; You've laid up gold where canker rust, And have given free vent to your beastly lust. “You've justice scorned, and corruption sown, And trampled the laws of nature down, You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied, And mocked at God in your hell-born pride. “You have paid full fare, so I'll carry you through, For it's only right you should have your due. Why, the laborer always expects his hire, So I'll land you safe in the lake of fire, “Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar, And my imps torment you forevermore.â€​ Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry, His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high. Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour To be saved from his sin and the demon's power; And his prayers and his vows were not in vain, For he never rode the hell-bound train. UNKNOWN. THE HELLBOUND TRAIN BY WILL SUNDOWN. It is ten years after Hovik’s attack on Camp 351 released the government’s virus. Now the world has been reduced to small isolated communities eking out a living. Ross MacKenzie is a former Marine aviator and astronaut. After some roving gang kills his wife he decides to wander the countryside. He gets captured by the troops of General James M. Decker. Decker a former major in the Arizona National Guard has now given himself a promotion and formed the Army of America. In a huge train he travels to the Sierra Nevada mountains for a government secret complex. There he will find arms, ammunition and nuclear weapons to equip his army for the conquest of the country. MacKenzie escapes with the help of a young Indian woman and the two make it to Hovik’s settlement. There they have to find a way to stop the mad general and his train or else Decker’s mad dream of conquest will become a reality. So the second and final book in the series by Will Sundown is basically a more standard end of the world type book. Civilization has collapsed and the main threat is this deranged general. Decker is your typical right-wing stereotype caricature. He fancies himself a George Patton type and loves all the great military figures like Alexander and MacArthur. He thinks everyone not with him is a commie and laments the moral decline of America. He even thinks that slavery was a good thing only America should have never used the genetically inferior blacks. Instead they should have bought Poles from the Russians. While not as good as his first book it still is an enjoyable read. Hovik has really grown as a character. He is now a father and leader of the community. A man who now has responsibility and no longer the aimless criminal looking out for only himself. He actually wants to stop Decker as a sort of payback for being responsible for releasing the virus that destroyed civilization. Naturally with a train as the main enemy it ends on a spectacular crash over a cliff. Something very obvious to the reader but still quite satisfying. Will Sundown is a pen name for William Sanders. He has written a number of Science Fiction mostly alternate history books. One he won an award for I remember thinking about getting long ago so I might check out more of his stuff in the future. This series never when on after his two books which is fine. I don’t really see this world as having the potential for a long term series and these two book are good stand alone reads. Hellbound Train Live: 1969-1972. Hellbound Train Live: 1969-1972 is one retrospective set that's way overdue: Savoy Brown live during their glory years. Here are two CDs worth of the mightiest, sludgiest blues-rock band on the planet during those years -- well, the possible exception of Cream -- featuring, on a decent -- and best -- portion of it, the greatest white blues singer in history: Chris Youlden. Youlden was everything to Savoy Brown because not only could he sing, but he was an outrageous frontman and wrote much of the band's best material. He is featured here on "I'm Tired," "Hard Way to Go," "A Littler More Wine," and a truncated but earthshaking "Savoy Brown Boogie." Youlden's tenure with Savoy Brown saw him record three albums with the band: Blue Matter, Raw Sienna, and Getting to the Point, arguably along with Looking In, the band's first album without him, four of the best British records of the era by one band. The majority of these sides were recorded in 1970 with Lonesome Dave Peverett fronting the band as both co-lead guitarist and vocalist. Peverett, while not as snaky and potent as Youlden, was still a fine singer. He modeled himself after Youlden and knew how to punch his lines with stinging guitar lines that underscored his vocals. He sings seven cuts, including "Louisiana Blues," "Leaving Again" (that Foghat later recut), "Looking From the Outside," and the amazing "Memory Pain." The remainder of disc two features singers Dave Walker (formerly of Idle Race -- and who was the frontman on Street Corner Talking, Hellbound Train, and Lion's Share) and Jackie Lynton, who replaced Walker and is featured on the last few cuts here such as "Jack the Toad" and "The Saddest Feeling." The sound on these two discs varies as they were recorded at different places and in different years -- all of them before live recording had really arrived. That said, these are truly live recordings. Nothing was fixed or EQed in the studio, and these performances feel immediate, full of incendiary fire, verve, raw burning blues energy, and the kind of recklessness that is so absent from rock & roll music in general and the blues in particular these days. The sounds here are of a band trying to prove itself not only to an audience, but to itself as well. Only Youlden's version sounds self-assured, and he exploits that assurance to go deeper into these songs than anyone ever dared think. Peverett made the band louder, looser, but less greasy, and Walker and Lynton took the blues-band notion and turned all of the songs on the audiences, reflecting the band in their eyes and ears. Live records don't really sound like this, but they should, without polish or gloss or even careful editing. The ten-plus-minute version of "Hellbound Train" is so unruly, so utterly unglued with atmospherics going to war against volume, dynamic, and crowd energy that it's a miracle it was captured at all. For anyone who ever wondered what the (relatively minor) fuss was about and wanted to check out something, or for the hardcore fan, this double-disc set -- with typical Neil Slaven historical notes -- is indispensable. Rock & roll like this should never die; it's as primal and in your face as an out-of- control ambulance.