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 I'm on it's track Too late now I'm moving

Looking back on those days of thunder I shake my head and I have to wonder How we ever made it through that There's a road and a restless wind Ain't it good to feel that way again Here we are, the way we were A lot of trucks lined up down by the lake

I wanna go home I wanna sleep in my own bed I want a normal life again Is this the end? Is this the end? No matter how hard I try, all I know is the road All I know is the road And you wonder why I'm out of my mind? Street signs, so many street signs

I've been down this road just searchin' for the end And it don't go nowhere, it just brings you back again Leaves you lonely and cold, standin' on the shoulder But you've come too far to go back home So you're walkin' on a nowhere road There's a road in

Don't leave me now Leave me out in the pouring rain With my back against the wall Leave me out with nowhere to go And the shadows start to fall Leave me out on this lonely road As the wind begins to howl All alone on this darkest night Feeling old and

We built the bridges (brace for the crash) We built the bridges We now sleep under We frame the door ways We may not pass through The very same roads That we now wander Who once you pass us by on We paved with our bare hands

No no they can't take that away from me No they can't take that away from me We may never never meet again On the bumpy road to love Still I'll always, always keep the memory of The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you wear

No no they can't take that away from me No they can't take that away from me We may never never meet again On the bumpy road to love Still I'll always, always keep the memory of The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you wear

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in a Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin´ my fame and fortune Lookin´ for a pot of gold Thing got bad things got worse I guess you will know the tune Oh ! Lord Stuck in Lodi again Rode in on the Greyhound