GHOST TRAIN

K.Klein

Boarded the train at a quarter to nine

I was thinking about an old lover of mine

Long brown hair and eyes so gray

Those days seem so far away

Dead trees and moonlight passing by

Clouds hiding every star in the sky

CHORUS

Ninety seven miles an hour starting to rain

Skull eyes empty and a whiskey soaked brain

The night winds whistling by my window pane

Riding down to Memphis on a ghost train

There's gray coats tattered in the Dixie sky

Cotton fields flowing with rock n rye

Whiskey breath sleeping on a box car floor

Dreaming of the glory days gone before

Half asleep and half a dream

Pin your hopes on a cloudy moonbeam

There's nothing awake in the moon drenched

Just field after field of cotton streaming by

and the sleepy nudging and the howling winds

Of the ghosts that come clawing and clutching my skin

Don't move a muscle don't hum don' t sigh

Don't disturb the spirits as they' re traveling by

From the CD