| There was a train comin' up from way down below | 
| That was not six months! | 
| Better go and get your suitcase packed, guess it’s time to go | 
| She’s gonna ride that train | 
| Ride that train… | 
| She’s gonna ride that train | 
| Ride that train! | 
| She’s gonna ride that train 'til the end of the line | 
| 'Cause the King of the Mine is coming to call | 
| Did you ever wonder what it’s like on the underside? | 
| Way down under | 
| On the yonder side? | 
| Way down yonder | 
| On the other side of his wall | 
| Follow that dollar for a long way down | 
| Far away from the poorhouse door | 
| You either get to hell or to Hadestown | 
| Ain’t no difference anymore! | 
| Way down Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| Hound dog howl and the whistle blow | 
| Train come a-rollin, clickety-clack | 
| Everybody tryin' to get a ticket to go | 
| But those who go they don’t come back | 
| They goin' | 
| Way down Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| Ha! | 
| Winter’s nigh and summer’s o’er | 
| Hear that high, lonesome sound | 
| Of my husband coming for | 
| To bring me home to Hadestown | 
| Way down Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| Down there, it’s a bunch of stiffs | 
| Brother, I’ll be bored to death | 
| Gonna have to import some stuff | 
| Just to entertain myself | 
| Give me morphine in a tin | 
| Give me a crate of the fruit of the vine | 
| Takes a lot of medicine | 
| To make it through the wintertime | 
| Way down Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| Every little penny in the wishing well | 
| Every little nickel on the drum | 
| On the drum! | 
| All them shiny little heads and tails | 
| Where do you think they come from? | 
| They come from | 
| Way down Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| Everybody hungry | 
| Everybody tired | 
| 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 Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| As the band plays, you can hear HERMES, PERSEPHONE, the FATES, and COMPANY | 
| exclaiming in the background. | 
| They seem to be having a party | 
| Mr. Hades is a mean old boss | 
| With a silver whistle and a golden scale | 
| An eye for an eye! | 
| And he weighs the cost | 
| A lie for a lie! | 
| And your soul for sale | 
| Sold! | 
| To the king on the chromium throne | 
| Thrown! | 
| 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 Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| 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 singin' about | 
| You’re early! | 
| I missed you | 
| 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 | 
| All aboard… | 
| A-one, two, three, four | 
| Way down Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| Way down Hadestown | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| Way down under the ground | 
| Way down under the ground |