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  • 作词 : Chuck Berry
    作曲 : 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
    Till their clothes were burned
    And they were screaming with pain
    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 bar room floor
    And prayed a prayer like never before
    And the prayers and vows were not in vain
    For he never rode that downbound train
  • 作词 : Chuck Berry
    作曲 : 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
    Till their clothes were burned
    And they were screaming with pain
    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 bar room floor
    And prayed a prayer like never before
    And the prayers and vows were not in vain
    For he never rode that downbound train