Sorrow On the Rails

The air is cold and biting, the sky is bleak and white

A prison train goes traveling swiftly through the night

40 men in bondage, off to meet their fate

They're wrongfully convicted, but now it seems it's MUCH TOO LATE!

In Siberia there's sorrow on the rails

These prisoners have done no wrong but now they're off to jail

Curse the wicked man who led their cruel attack

That train has left the station but it's never coming back!

A crooked politician was soon to be exposed

By several men who saw through him when trouble had arose

Furious and panicked he came up with a lie

He pulled some strings and banished them, and sent these poor men OFF TO DIE!

In Siberia there's sorrow on the rails

These prisoners have done no wrong but now they're off to jail

Curse the wicked man who led their cruel attack

That train has left the station but it's never coming...

WAIT! There may be a gleam of hope!

As one of the prisoners has loosened up his rope

Free from his bonds he sneaks down front

Up toward the engine with a man to confront

Slow and soft are this man's steps

As he walks with his rope, plotting out what's next

He enters the cab, slowly from the rear

Then he binds and gags the ENGINEER!

In Siberia there's triumph on the rails

These blameless men have freed themselves from those who would assail

Now they're free at last and racing down the track

They're moving ever forward and they're never going...

NEVER GOING BACK!