Ghost Train Four-oh-ten Lyrics - Ghost Train - Marty Stuart

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 

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, onGhost Train Four-O-Ten 

Ghost Train Four-O-Ten