Misc Unsigned Bands - Wildwood valley boys - silver ghost

On one ^Dmcold and rainy night I was ^Fsitting in the light Of my ^Dmswitchman's shack on ^Cmy post on the ^Dmmountain The ^Dmstorm was pretty bad and the ^Ftelegraph was dead But it was ^Dmjust eleven ^Chours 'til the ^Dmdawn.

Then ^Fmuch to my surprise the tele^Cgraph jumped into life As I ^Bbread the code I thought could this be t^Dmrue A ^Dmtrain was on it's way headed ^Fup the mountain grade But she ^Dmdidn't have no ^Cengineer or ^Dmcrew.

At the ^Dmother switch they tried to put her ^Fon the mountainside But she ^Dmkept on coming ^Cup the mountain ^Dmgrade I ^Dmquickly doused the light to try to ^Fsee into the night Maybe ^DmI could spot her ^Cheadlight in the ^Dmrain. She was ^Fpounding down below I could ^Chear her whistle blow And I ^Bbthought lord thats a high and mournful ^Dmsound Then the ^Dmtelegraph began “There's a ^Fcave-in at the mine And a ^Dmhundred men are ^Cburied ‘neath the ^Dmground”

But Lord she's ^Dmcoming now I see around the ^Fbend and straight at me And her ^Dmboiler's glowing ^Cred as coal in ^Dmhell The ^Dmheadlight switch is wide searching ^Fall the mountainside But the ^Dmonly sound she's ^Cmaking is the ^Dmwail

Then I ^Frecognize the train by the ^Cnumber and the name It's the ^BbMiner's Silver Ghost Old 4^Dm1 Then she ^Dmvanished up the track by the ^Flonely switchman's shack Like a ^Dmmother who is ^Clooking for her ^Dmson

Now I ^Dmheard a story of how an ^Fengine went to glory Over ^Dmfifty years ^Cago on this ^Dmsame line it was ^Dmsteamin’ for a cave-in there were ^Fmen that needed saving But it ^Dmmissed the curve and ^Ctrestle near the ^Dmmine.

And ^Fevery now and then you'll hear her ^Cwhistle on the wind If the ^Bbmountain slides and many men are ^Dmlost It's the ^Dmhigh and lonely wailing searching ^Fup and down the mountain The ^Dmtrain they call the ^CMiner's Silver ^DmGhost

The ^Dmtrain they call the ^CMiner's Silver ^DmGhost The ^Dmtrain they call the ^CMiner's Silver ^DmGhost