way down hadestown
Singer:hadestown cast
on the road to hell there was a railroad track
and a train coming up from way down below
better go and get your suitcase packed
follow that dollar for a long way down
far away from the poorhouse door
either get to hell or to hadestown
ain't no difference anymore!
way down under the ground
hound dog howl and the whistle blow
nobody knows where that old train goes
those who go they don't come back
way down under the ground
winter's nigh and summer's o'er
hear that high and lonesome sound
to bring me home to hadestown
way down under the ground
gonna have to import some stuff
give me morphine in the tin
give me a crate of the fruit of the vine
to make it through the wintertime
way down under the ground
everybody dresses in clothes so fine
everybody's pockets are weighted down
everybody's sipping ambrosia wine
in a goldmine in hadestown
way down under the ground
everybody slaves by the sweat of his brow
the wage is nothing and the work is hard
it's a graveyard in hadestown
way down under the ground
every little penny in the wishing well
every little nickel on the drum
all them shiny little heads and tails
where do you think they come from?
way down under the ground
mr. hades is a mean old boss
with a silver whistle and a golden scale
to the king on the chromium throne
to the bottom of a sing sing cell
where the little wheel squeals and the big wheel groans
and you better forget about your wishing well
way down under the ground
and on the road to hell there was a railroad car
and the car door opened and a man stepped out
everybody looked and everybody saw
it was the same man they'd been singing about
mr. hades is a mighty king
must be making some mighty big deals
seems like he owns everything
kind of makes you wonder how it feels
way down under the ground
way down under the ground
way down under the ground
way down under the ground