Poster Comment:
Everybody talks about some fateful day And I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it's gonna take a little time (That's all right)
See I'm rockin' in a cradle Down the hall somewhere and I am-- Lost inside a dream Maybe I am falling Maybe I am flying But I know if I am crying she is Holding me
And then the sky broke up And then the rain came down And it washed away everything on the ground Wash it away Wash it away Wash it away
Now baby's got that bottle Filled up with lightning and rain He keeps calling out for someone But she's riding on a train Riding on the ghost train And she keeps on riding She's gonna keep on riding Mama keep on riding Keep on riding
Some trains they leave in the morning Some leave in the afternoon Some trains they leave here Right on time And some they just leave too soon Way too soon But I'm gonna keep on...
Now baby's got that bottle Filled up with lightning and rain He keeps calling out for someone But she's riding on a train Riding on the ghost train And she keeps on riding And she keeps on riding She's gonna keep on riding Keep on riding Now baby's got that bottle Filled up with lightning and rain He keeps calling out for someone But she's riding on a train Riding on the ghost train Riding on the ghost train Riding on the ghost train Riding on the ghost train Riding on the ghost train