Ghost Train Marty Robbins
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Way out west an Arizona cowboy tends the herd
The dessert lies beneath a sky of blue
Far away, in brightest day, a ghostly sound is heard
The phantom of the rail comes into view
Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
On his lonely ear is fallin'
Loud and clear, just hear that lonesome wail
But it's just the ghost, the phantom of the rail
Little did he know the train was wrecked in '84
After it had crossed the Great Divide
Every year it tries again to make it just once more
If only to the California Line
Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
On the barren desert fallin'
Loud and clear, just hear that lonesome wail
But it's just the ghost, the phantom of the rail
Clickity-clack along the track, it's boiler showin' red
As on it comes along the rusty rails
People that are ridin' in the cars have long been dead
Lost in time along the Phantom Trail
Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
On the barren desert fallin'
Is it real to feel the very ground beneath him shake
As on it comes, the only run it ever makes
The dessert lies beneath a sky of blue
Far away, in brightest day, a ghostly sound is heard
The phantom of the rail comes into view
Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
On his lonely ear is fallin'
Loud and clear, just hear that lonesome wail
But it's just the ghost, the phantom of the rail
Little did he know the train was wrecked in '84
After it had crossed the Great Divide
Every year it tries again to make it just once more
If only to the California Line
Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
On the barren desert fallin'
Loud and clear, just hear that lonesome wail
But it's just the ghost, the phantom of the rail
Clickity-clack along the track, it's boiler showin' red
As on it comes along the rusty rails
People that are ridin' in the cars have long been dead
Lost in time along the Phantom Trail
Hear that lonesome whistle callin'
On the barren desert fallin'
Is it real to feel the very ground beneath him shake
As on it comes, the only run it ever makes
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