โหลดเพลง mp3 Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten - Marty Stuart

Think I'll go down to the depot
Where the train don't run no more
Take a ticket and start walking
Down to the old Gulf shore
I'm looking for a train
That runs silent with the wind
Hauling satchels back from nowhere
Ghost Train Four-O-Ten

Big money took my cotton
Left me busted down to scratch
Well my woman couldn't take the hard times
She never coming back
Ain’t no use in me staying
Send word to my next of kin
I'm leaving yes I'm leaving
On Ghost Train Four-O-Ten
Well I've seen it in my dreams
I've heard it in my mind
Somewhere between 8-O-6
Just past the 12-O-9
A tortured soul is all it takes
To ride it to the end
Black steel bound for nowhere
Ghost Train Four-O-Ten

Gamblers thugs and thieves
And the likes of me
No questions asked or answered
How it is is how it be
No particular destination
Heading back where it's just been
Hauling tear-stained weary travelers
On Ghost Train Four-O-Ten
Ghost Train Four-O-Ten