Intro: E G D AA Think I'll go down to the depot, though the train don't run no moreD A Take a ticket and start walkin', down to the old gulf shoreA D Well I'm a-lookin' for a train, that runs silent with the windA E A Haulin' sad souls, bound for nowhere, Ghost Train Four-Oh-TenA Big money took my cotton, left me busted, down to scratchD A Well my woman couldn't take the hard times, she ain't never comin' backContinúa después del anuncioA D Ain't no use in me stayin', send word to my next of kinA E A Well I'm leavin', yes I'm leavin', on Ghost Train Four-Oh-TenD A Well I've seen it in my dreams, I've heard it in my mindA E Somewhere between eight-oh-six, just past the twelve-oh-nineA D A tortured soul is all it takes, to ride it till the endA E A Black steel, bound for nowhere, Ghost Train Four-Oh-TenSolo: A D A D A E AA Gamblers, thugs and thieves, and the likes of meD A No questions asked or answered, how it is is how it beA D No particular destination, headed back where it's just beenA E A Haulin' tear-stained weary travelers, Ghost Train Four-Oh-TenE A Well, Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten
Ghost Train Four-Oh-Ten
Marty Stuart
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