THE HELL-BOUND TRAIN, anonymous

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THE HELL-BOUND TRAIN
(anonymous)

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain,
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.

The engine with murderous blood was damp,
And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp for fuel was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.

The boiler was filled with lager beer,
And the Devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a most motley crew
Church member, atheist, Gentile and Jew.

Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags,
Handsome young ladies, withered old hags.
Yellow and black men, red, brown and white,
All chained together — O God, what a sight!

While the train rushed on at an awful pace,
The sulfurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew

Louder and louder the thunder crashed,
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became,
Till the clothes were burnt from each quivering frame.

And out of the distance there arose a yell,
“Ha, ha,” said the Devil, “we’re nearing hell!”
Then, oh, how the passengers shrieked with pain,
And begged the Devil to stop the train.

But he capered about and danced with glee,
And laughed and joked at their misery.
“My faithful friends, you have done the work,
And the Devil never can a payday shirk.

“You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor,
The starving brother you’ve turned from the door;
You’ve laid up gold where the canker rust,
And you have given free vent to your beastly lust.

“You’ve justice scorned and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down;
You have drink, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.

“You have paid full fare, so I’ll carry you through;
For its only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire —

“Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forever more.”
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and and his hair standing high.

Then he prayed as he’d never had prayed till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power.
And his prayers and pleadings were not in vain;
For he never rode the hell-bound train

…Anonymous

The version of “The Hell-Bound Train” above comes from Jack Thorp’s Songs of the Cowboys, and he prefaces it with “Heard this sung at a cow-camp near Pontoon Crossing, on the Pecos River, by a puncher named Jack Moore.” See our feature about the 1921 book at cowboypoetry.com.

The Western music world lost legendary cowboy singer and historian Glenn Ohrlin (1926-2015) a few years ago. A revised edition of his important book, The Hell-Bound Train; A Cowboy Songbook, a treasury of information about cowboy songs, was released soon after his death by Texas Tech University Press.

Editor Charlie Seemann (past Executive Director of the Western Folklife Center) told us, “The original 1973 book was a landmark classic, a collection by a working cowboy and singer in the tradition of Jack Thorp. It’s been out of print for a number of years, and it’s great to have it available again, revised and updated with information about Glenn’s life
since 1973.”

In the book, Glenn Ohrlin tells he learned the title song (sometimes recited as a poem), from an aunt, and that its origin is “a minor mystery.”

A National Endowment for the Arts Heritage Fellow, Glenn Ohrlin’s career is described in a biography there, “As a boy, he heard and liked cowboy songs, and by the age of five, he was singing himself. ‘In Minnesota, where I was born,’ Ohrlin said, ‘everyone sang cowboy songs, even my aunts and uncles. My father was musical; my mother wasn’t, particularly. I used to listen to the radio a lot. When I was growing up in the 1930s, every reasonably big radio station had its own singing cowboy. In those days, it wasn’t too hard to find one. If a station wanted a cowboy singer, they’d go out and find a working cowboy who knew a few songs.'”

A standout show at the 2016 Western Folklife Center’s National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, hosted by Charlie Seemann, celebrated the life of Glenn Ohrlin. It included Brigid and John Reedy, Andy Hedges, Don Edwards, Randy Rieman, Sourdough Slim, Mike Hurwitz, and a short film. You can watch the entire show, in which Andy Hedges recites “The Hell-Bound Train.”

This 1946 photo of Glenn Ohrlin comes from a series of articles at CowboyPoetry.com by Wyoming rodeo historian, National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame honoree, and poet Rhonda Sedgwick Stearns. He is shown at a rodeo in Japan on an ox named “Double Trouble.” He commented, “It was hard to keep your rope from slipping over their withers . . . flat back. We had lots of saddle horses, borrowed broncs from local trucking companies. They had very few motor vehicles in private use. Right after the war the civilians had very little. They rode trains, street cars in larger cities and bicycles.”

(Please respect copyright. You can share this photograph with this post, but any other use requires permission. The poem/song is in the public domain.)

WAY OUT WEST: Photographs from the Farm Security Administration 1936-1943 by Charlie Seemann

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These days we are saturated with electronic images: photographs, graphics, and video. Contemplating a print book of photographs can become a meditative escape. In the case of of Charlie Seemann’s recent book, Way Out West: Photographs from the Farm Security Administration 1936-1943, it is also a satisfying journey back in time.

The Farm Security Administration (FSA) was a result of President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s “New Deal,” part of a group of federal programs intended to counter the effects of the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl. Ranch-raised Roy Stryker headed the FSA’s photographic project and hired some of the country’s most respected photographers, telling them, “I want you take pictures of everything you can find of what’s happening to people.” The project resulted in over 77,500 photographs.

Folklorist Seemann, retired Executive Director of the Western Folklife Center, focuses on the works of several of the photographers, including Dorothea Lange, Russell Lee, Arthur Rothstein, Marion Post Wolcott, John Collier Jr., and John Vachon. Rothstein is quoted about the project, “There was a feeling that you were in on something new and exiting, a missionary sense of dedication to this project, of making the world a better place to live in.”

The book begins with Bruce Kiskaddon’s “Headin’ Fer the New Deal,” a poem dedicated to President Franklin D. Roosevelt:

We’re headin’ fer the NEW DEAL now. We’ve had some awful years.
We recollect them two cent cows, and them there four cent steers.
Besides the calves that got so cheap; the wust I’ve ever seen.
It made their mothers stand and weep the day that they were weaned.
….

Way Out West captures a time of transition in the West, when cars, trucks, electricity, the telephone, and other developments changed forever the remote ranges in places with names like Dead Ox Flat and Pie Town and Spur. The careful selection of photographs  preserves a world at once familiar and also lost to time.

One of the book’s first photographs, Russell Lee’s 1939 image titled, “Mr. Bias, former cowboy, travels around the country in a trailer. Has private income. Weslaco, Texas” is a study in personality, atmosphere, and design. The genius of the photographer pulls you into the eclectic abode, and you can nearly hear the music coming from the well-used fiddle and—though like all of these photos it is black and white—see the bright colors of everything from the wild rag to the Indian blankets to the linoleum pattern and a Kewpie doll.

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Mr. Bias, former cowboy, now travels around the country in a trailer. Has
private income. Weslaco, Texas
Lee, Russell, 1903-1986, 1939 Feb., Library of Congress.

Readers have likely seen some of these iconic photos before (they are often used to accompany poems at CowboyPoetry.com). Charlie Seemann puts them in context, with brief but incisive biographies of the photographers and enlightening short descriptive pieces that include cowboys music, boots, chuck wagons, bunkhouses, washing machines, rodeo, water witching, and beyond.

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Cowhand shaving. Quarter Circle ‘U’ Ranch, Montana
Rothstein, Arthur, 1915-1985, 1939 June. Library of Congress.

In one of those pieces, “The Arrival of the Automobile,” Seemann writes about the importance of the coming of the automobile to isolated ranches and notes that, “Many ranches had automobiles before they they had indoor plumbing. One ranch wife, when asked why she wanted a car before indoor plumbing, reportedly replied, ‘You can’t go to town in a bathtub.'”

The reach of the photographs is wide: saddle shops, stock shows, ranch views, ranch work, cattle, beer parlors, cowboy portraits, gear, cooks, cowboy bands, and more.

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Moreno Valley, Colfax County, New Mexico. John Mutz and George Turner,
ranchers, talking things over
Collier, John, Jr., 1913-1992, 1943 Feb. Library of Congress.

The opportunity to study high quality reproductions in an impressively designed medium-sized format is an irresistible invitation for the imagination.

The informative introduction, solid bibliography and links enhance this volume. It comes close to being the perfect gift, one which will be of interest to anyone who cares about history, photography, and the American West.

Way Out West comes from Twodot, an imprint of Glove Pequot, Rowman & Littlefield. Find more about it at the publisher and other booksellers.

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Quemado, New Mexico. Bronc busting at the rodeo
Lee, Russell, 1903-1986, 1940 June. Library of Congress.