where the train don't run no more
Take a ticket and start walkin',
down to the old Gulf shore,
that runs silent with the wind,
Haulin' satchels back from nowhere,
Big money took my cotton,
left me busted down to scratch.
Well, my wo man couldn't take the hard times,
Ain't no use in me stayin',
send word to my next of kin
I'm leavin', yes I'm leavin',
on Ghost Train Four- O- Ten
Well, I've seen it in my dreams,
Somewhere between 8- O- 6, just
A tortured soul is all it takes,
Black steel bound for nowhere, Ghost Train Four- O- Ten
Gamblers, thugs and thieves,
No questions asked or answered,
No particular destination,
headin' back where it's just been,
Haulin' tear- stained weary travelers,
onGhost Train Four- O- Ten