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Think I'll go down to the depot, where the train don't run no more |
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Take a ticket and start walkin', down to the old |
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Gulf shore, |
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I'm lookin' for a train, that runs silent with the wind, |
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Haulin' satchels back from nowhere, |
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Ghost Train |
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Four-O-Ten |
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Big money took my cotton, left me busted down to scratch. |
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Well, my woman couldn't take the hard times, she never comin' back. |
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Ain't no use in me stayin', send word to my next of kin |
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I'm leavin', yes |
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I'm leavin', on |
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Ghost Train |
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Four-O-Ten |
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Well, I've seen it in my dreams, |
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I've heard it in my mind |
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Somewhere between 8- |
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O-6, just past the 12- |
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O-9,A tortured soul is all it takes, to ride it to the end |
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Black steel bound for nowhere, |
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Ghost Train |
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Four-O-Ten |
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Gamblers, thugs and thieves, and the likes of me |
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No questions asked or answered, how it is, is how it be |
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No particular destination, headin' back where it's just been, |
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Haulin' tear-stained weary travelers, on |
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Ghost Train |
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Four-O-Ten |
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Ghost Train |
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Four-O-Ten |
