I’m going down where them railroads entwine - where them railroads entwine. Where them rusty irons once was sacred - where no sorrows could life confine. But where them echoes of the cast now - them echoes of the cast - keeps a troubled mind doubtin’ ‘bout something holy, mighty and vast.

Them mean ol’ hounds - them mean ol’ hounds - Lord, I hear ‘em howlin’ as the tears of mine abounds. They’re comin’ - I know they’re comin’ - they’re gone to snatch my soul. Them mean ol’ hounds of hell - good Lord - don’t leave me out for them eat me whole.

I can feel the flames upon my flesh - the Devil’s on my trail again. The hooves of his dances with the beat of my rattlin’ ball and chain. He’s gasping in my neck now, I sense that stench of sulfur on his breath. He’s singing on a sombre strophe ‘bout the cinder winds of death.

I’m going down that endless path - down that endless path. Lord, have mercy upon a young mans soul, that’s in the iron grips of the Devils wrath. Send down your angels - send down them angels singin’ me a hymn. ‘Cause, Lord - I am exhausted - and that last sight of hope is gettin’ dim.