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Music

Ghost Train: The Studio B Sessions (2010)

TRACK LISTING

  • Well I’m branded wherever I go
    Trying to outrun a bad story everybody seems to know
    Might as well be wearing a ball and chain
    Cause everywhere I travel see my picture
    With a number by my name

    Spent some time in San Francisco locked up for vagrancy
    I busted out a time or two took a run at getting free
    They put me back in the jailhouse I finished serving my time
    Turned me loose and the man said I’ll dog you to the end of the line

    Well I’m branded wherever I go
    Trying to outrun a bad story everybody seems to know
    Might as well be wearing a ball and chain
    Cause everywhere I travel see my picture
    With a number by my name

    The trouble with the truth it always comes around
    Seems to be there waiting for me in every town
    Well I’m guilty of the crime of trying to get back home
    Don’t want to bother nobody just want to be left alone

    Well I’m branded wherever I go
    Trying to outrun a bad story everybody seems to know
    Might as well be wearing a ball and chain
    Cause everywhere I travel see my picture
    With a number by my name

  • You can tell I’m from the country, see I’m from outta town
    I’m beginnin’ to catch on, I’m a let my hair down
    I’ve been a-rockin’, I’ve been a-rollin’
    Some folks think I look foolish, let ’em make a fool outta me
    I work in fields of cotton, I work in fields of corn
    But I ain’t seen nothin’ like it since the day I was born
    I’ve been a-rockin’, I’ve been a-rollin’
    Some folks think I look foolish, let ’em make a fool outta me
    I walked in a crowded dance hall, I didn’t know a soul
    Some hillbilly’s started pickin’, everybody rock ‘n’ roll
    I’ve been a-rockin’, I’ve been a-rollin’
    Some folks think I look foolish, let ’em make a fool outta me
    Well I spent all my money, corn and cotton I have sold
    I have left the old farm, stay in town and rock and roll
    I’ve been a-rockin’, I’ve been a-rollin’
    Some folks think I look foolish, let ’em make a fool outta me
    Some folks think I look foolish, let ’em make a fool outta me

  • Our home is like a prison
    Where we’re both servin’ time
    I’m a stranger in your world now
    And it’s drivin’ me out of my mind
    Driftin’ apart
    Driftin’ apart
    Darlin’, we’re driftin’ apart
    Out of reach
    Out of heart
    We’re slowly driftin’ apart
    Sometimes I remember
    When our love was so young and new
    How could such a perfect picture
    Be shattered and broken in two
    Driftin’ apart
    Driftin’ apart
    Darlin’, we’re driftin’ apart
    Out of reach
    Out of heart
    We’re slowly driftin’ apart
    Out of reach
    Out of heart
    We’re slowly driftin’ apart

  • Well, the bridged washed out, and I can’t swim
    And my baby’s on the other side
    When I awoke this a mornin’
    The rain was a pouring down
    I was gonna wed the little river girl, just over the bridge across town
    Now I’m a runnin’ up and down the river, and my nerves are driving me wild
    Cause the bridged washed out, and I can’t swim
    And my baby’s on the other side
    Oh rain, rain stop fallin’ dark clouds hurry from the sky
    The preacher and my bride are waitin’
    And the weddin’ bells are startin’ to chime
    Well I can’t kiss and hold her
    And it’s drivin’ me out of my mind
    Cause the bridged washed out, and I can’t swim
    And my baby’s on the other side
    Yeah I got one foot in the water, one foot solid on the ground
    Well I try to swim that ragin’ ol’ river but I know if I try, I’d drown
    There’s not one boat around me, they’ve all gone out with the tide
    Cause the bridged washed out, and I can’t swim
    And my baby’s on the other side
    Yeah rain, oh rain stop fallin’
    Dark clouds hurry from the sky
    The preacher and my bride’s a waitin’
    And the weddin’ bells are startin’ to chime
    Well I can’t kiss and hold her
    And it’s drivin’ me out of my mind
    Cause the bridged washed out, and I can’t swim
    And my baby’s on the other side
    Yeah, Cause the bridged washed out, and I can’t swim
    And my baby’s on the other side

  • There was a time
    I held you in my arms
    Life was perfect
    Complete, through and through
    Now you’re gone
    And it shattered all to pieces
    I’m learnin’ to live
    In a world without you
    A world without love
    Is so hard to bare
    It leaves a soul empty
    With no one to care
    Existing day after day
    Trying hard to find my way
    While learning to live
    In a world without you
    I walk the floor
    Then turn to the bottle
    My heart aches
    No matter what I do
    A broken heart
    Can only take so much hurting
    While learning to live
    In a world without you
    A world without love
    Is so hard to bare
    It leaves a soul empty
    With no one to care
    Existing day after day
    Trying hard to find my way
    While learning to live
    In a world without you

  • I killed another man today, it’s hard to believe
    Well I lost count at thirty and I’ve grown to numb to grieve
    The bottle helps me cope, when I lay down at night
    And when the dope rolls through my veins, it all fades out of sight
    Hangman, hangman, that’s my stock and trade
    Hangman, hangman, sending bad men to their graves
    Well who killed who, I ask myself, time and time again
    God have mercy on the soul of this hangman
    There’s a woman down the street, named Rosalie McFall
    She don’t ask me any questions, when I come to call
    Her body keeps me warm, her words are soft and kind
    She holds me in her arms till the bad dreams leave my mind
    Hangman, hangman, that’s my stock and trade
    Hangman, hangman, sending bad men to their graves
    Well, who killed who, I ask myself, time and time again
    God have mercy on the soul of this hangman
    God have mercy on the soul of this hangman

  • Think I’ll go down to the depot, where the train 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

    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!

  • What will become of the working man, With honest sweat on his brow

    Is the nation that raised him to build it, gonna turn its back on him now

    Take away his pride and dignity, give his job to some foreign land

    Here’s a question that needs a straight answer

    What will become of the hard working man

    In better times in old America, we sang the Working Man Blues with such pride

    Many who worked 40 hours week after week have been let go, pushed off to the side

    And I’ll tell ya, nothing is sadder, than the soul of a hard working man

    What will become of the working man, With honest sweat on his brow
    Is the nation that raised him to build it, gonna turn its back on him now
    Take away his pride and dignity, give his job to some foreign land
    Here’s a question that needs a straight answer
    What will become of the hard working man
    In better times in old America, we sang the Working Man Blues with such pride
    Many who worked 40 hours week after week have been let go, pushed off to the side
    And I’ll tell ya, nothing is sadder, than the soul of a hard working man
    With no means to help out his family, and nothing to do with his hands
    What will become of the working man. With honest sweat on his brow
    Is the nation that raised him to build it, gonna turn its back on him now
    Take away his pride and dignity, give his job to some foreign land
    Here’s a question that needs to be answered
    What will become of the hard working man
    Here’s a question that needs to be answered
    What will become of the hard working man

  • I run to you when I’m lonely, I run to you when I’m feeling blue
    Each step I take, leads me to you only
    When I need love, I run to you

    This world, is sometimes cold and hard to bear
    What would I do, sweetheart, if you weren’t there
    When things go wrong, and my dreams fall apart
    You lift me up, you touch my heart

    I run to you when I’m lonely, I run to you when I’m feeling blue
    Each step I take, leads me to you only
    When I need love, I run to you

    No one else, in this world, could take your place
    I feel the love, in your embrace
    And I long in my heart, for you to feel, eternally
    My love is real

    I run to you when I’m lonely, I run to you when I’m feeling blue
    Each step I take, leads me to you only
    When I need love, I run to you
    When I need love, I run to you

  • A world-wearied man with tear filled eyes
    Walked in off the street of the uncommonly wise
    Into the church meeting, with this story he came
    Sometimes angels and strangers are one and the same
    The preacher said Sir, you’re welcome in here
    Now tell us as much as you’d want us to hear
    And the stranger said, It was no more than an hour ago, people
    I was lookin’ for shelter for the night.
    I wanted to go somewhere out of the way
    Somewhere peaceful and quiet.
    So I went to a cemetery, close by Thompson Lane
    And with full respect I entered it and found rest from the rain.
    I laid down under a sycamore, an I was barely asleep
    When someone said Hello stranger and touched the boots on my feet.
    His hair was pure silver, almost like a crown of glory on top
    And the rain didn’t touch him, not one single drop.
    His voice was familiar, it brought me comfort and peace.
    He laughed and said, Well, we picked a strange place to meet
    But I understand, I’ve often come here to pray
    When the burdens of life put stones in my way.
    And you see friend, you and me, we’re brothers
    Though we’ve never met.
    We’ve both known heartache, disappointment and the pain of regret.
    The full weight of sadness, love and it’s cost
    And without love, a soul is nothing, but empty and lost.
    And I’ve come to tell you, to go on now and be brave.
    You can live again.
    You know it’s her love that you crave.
    Go find the one you left behind, hold her, take her by the hand.
    Show her how much you need her, I believe she’ll understand.
    Now son you take a look at this ground, it’s filled with things unsaid.
    There’s a world of good intentions here in the land of the dead.
    And friend I’m here to tell ya, on this very night, I was sent by your Maker, the giver of life, to tell you there’s rest
    For your soul.
    There’s peace and relief, if you’ll just surrender your burdens.
    Lay them at God’s feet.’
    Walk out of this place.’
    Go now and live in the light of a pure perfect presence
    That loves and forgives.’
    He wore a long purple coat, covered in wheels
    Red leather boots, with sparkling heels
    On a dark stormy night, a lost soul was saved
    Brought into the fold on Porter Wagoner’s grave

  • Well, you ain’t nothin’ but a little heartbreaker
    A tiny little teardrop, mover and a shaker
    I swear by the moon and stars above you
    You got me wrapped around your pretty little finger
    My heart is a bell, you know how to ring her
    So all of this to say “Baby, I love you.”
    Can’t help myself when the sun goes down
    Thinkin’ ’bout you, go into town
    And askin’ everybody I see if they’ve seen you
    Well, you bring me, then you turn me down
    And run me around and around and around
    My heart ain’t ever seen the likes of you
    You ain’t nothin’ but a little heartbreaker
    A tiny little teardrop, mover and a shaker
    I swear by the moon and stars above you
    You got me wrapped around your pretty little finger
    My heart is a bell, you know how to ring her
    So all of this to say “Baby, I love you.”
    Gonna call ole Moon, get a little unwound
    Go to Mississippi, then a Texas town
    Play a little country music along the way
    Gotta get away from you ’cause you break my mind
    Baby, I’m gone for good this time
    And adios is all there is to say
    You ain’t nothin’ but a little heartbreaker
    A tiny little teardrop, mover and a shaker
    I swear by the moon and stars above you
    You got me wrapped around your pretty little finger
    My heart is a bell, you know how to ring her
    So all of this to say “Baby, I love you.”