Marty Stuart - Ghost train four-oh-ten

Think I'll g^Ao down to the depot, though the train don't run no more Take a t^Dicket and start walkin', down to the old gulf sh^Aore Well I'm a-lo^Aokin' for a train, that runs silent with the w^Dind Haulin' s^Aad souls, bound for nowhere, Gh^Eost Train Four-Oh-T^Aen

Big m^Aoney took my cotton, left me busted, down to scratch Well my w^Doman couldn't take the hard times, she ain't never comin' b^Aack Ai^An't no use in me stayin', send word to my next of k^Din Well I'm le^Aavin', yes I'm leavin', on Gh^Eost Train Four-Oh-T^Aen

Well I've s^Deen it in my dreams, I've he^Aard it in my mind Somewh^Aere between eight-oh-six, just past the twelve-oh-n^Eine A tortured s^Aoul is all it takes, to ride it till the e^Dnd Bl^Aack steel, bound for nowhere, Gh^Eost Train Four-Oh-T^Aen

Ga^Amblers, thugs and thieves, and the likes of me No qu^Destions asked or answered, how it is is how it ^Abe No part^Aicular destination, headed back where it's just b^Deen Haulin' te^Aar-stained weary travelers, Gh^Eost Train Four-Oh-T^Aen Well, Gh^Eost Train Four-Oh-T^Aen