| Song | 11 Down Bound Train.mp3 |
| Artist | Chuck Berry |
| Album | After School Session |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Chuck Berry | |
| zuo qu : 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 |
| zuò cí : Chuck Berry | |
| zuò qǔ : 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 |