Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten - Marty Stuart

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!