Maco Light - Gram Parsons

On the little town called Maco in the year of ‘49

A crewman died a

workin on a Georgia railroad line

They couldn’t find his body so they left him to the night

But his lantern keeps on searchin' and it’s called the Maco light

Old Joe Baldwin

was a worker and a minor railroad man

He could couple sittin' freight cars with the strength of his own hands

When they were hitched he’d wave the lantern so the engineer would

know

That the cars were standin' ready and he’d let the throttl

e go

Well one night there was a rainstorm and the sky was black as pitch

Joe was standin' ‘tween the cars;

he didn’t see they were unhitched

And he waved ‘em to the engines to get on underway

But the screeching of the drivin' wheels told Joe he’d have to

stay

Well they couldn’t find his body and his crossin' days are don

But someday between the settin' and the risin' of the sun

You can see his lantern burnin' through the eerie Georgian night

And the trains still hit their throttles when they pass the Maco

light

You can see his lantern burnin' through the eerie Georgian night

And the trains still hit their throttles when they pass the Maco light