Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten

Think I’ll go down to the depot, those trains don’t run no more
Take a ticket and start walkin', down to the old Gulf shore
I’m lookin' for a train, that runs silent with the wind
Haulin' 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 comin' back
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, 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, headin' back where it’s just been
Haulin' tear-stained weary travelers
On Ghost Train Four-O-Ten!
Ghost Train Four-O-Ten!