The Legendary Shack Shakers - Two Tickets To Hell lyrics

Well, we're sick with sin, all our kith and kin Are pale with woe from the shape we're in. Board the Devil's train and all we got in the end Are two tickets to Hell. A traipsin' woman and a ramblin' man Always lead to no good end, So time to slip beneath the clay 'Cause somebody's got to fill those graves. Here's two tickets to Hell. But the drought revealed all the stiffs in the creek. At last we lay cursing ourselves to sleep. On the Devil's train, two coffins at his feet And two tickets to Hell. But there's a fork in the road, a switch in sight. Is it right or wrong, is it left or right? On a Glory-bound train on into the light Or two tickets to Hell?