On the road to hell there was a railroad track And train coming up from way down below Better go and get your suitcase packed Guess it's time Follow that dollar for long Far away poorhouse door Either or Hadestown Ain't no difference anymore! Way under ground Hound dog howl whistle blow Train come a-rollin clickety-clack Nobody knows where old goes Those who they don't back They Winter's nigh summer's o'er Hear high lonesome sound Of my husband To bring me home Down there bunch of stiffs Brother I'll be bored death Gonna have import some stuff Just entertain myself Give morphine in tin crate fruit vine Takes lot medicine make it through wintertime Everybody hungry tired slaves by sweat his brow The wage is nothing work hard It's graveyard Every little penny wishing well nickel on drum All them shiny heads tails Where do you think from? Mr. Hades mean boss With silver golden scale An eye an eye! he weighs cost A lie lie! soul sale Sold! king chromium throne Thrown! bottom sing cell wheel squeals big groans better forget about car opened man stepped out looked everybody saw It same they'd been singing You're early! I missed mighty Must making deals Seems like owns everything Kind makes wonder how feels aboard... One two A-one two three four