The Band of Heathens - Jackson station

Well ^GMamas’ got a voice lik^De sugar, it’s so sweet ^Gand fine ^GSister sang amazing grace she’s right in ti^Dme And ^Gthey’re laying poor popp^G7a low, in th^Ce ground that he worked an^Cadd9d sowed And ^GI’ll be waiting at the Jackso^Dn Station for the train t^Go roll

She’s bee^Gn up all night, she go^Dt crows walking around he^Gr eyes ^GBut she can still raise a cup in a toast till the well ran ^Ddry ^GHe left her on a Tuesday ^G7still, with ^Cgin, whiskey and a bottle of ^Cadd9pills And now she’^Gs waitin’ at the Jack^Dson Station looking over ^Gthe hill

^CTake me away hear that ^Gwhistle play a sad sad song ^CLay me down where the ^Griver runs wide and ^Dstrong ^GSometimes she rides a ticket ^G7home ^COther times she'll leave you all ^Cmalone ^GJust a waiting at the Jackson ^DStation waiting for the ^Gtrain to go

Well the ^Gfour nineteen rolls ^Don the red ball ^Gline ^GAnd the backwater shacks awaken to the four one ^Dnine And ^Gshe’s got smoke coming out of he^G7r stack ^CDead running on a ten mile ^Cadd9track She’^Gs waiting at th^De Jackson Station never comin^Gg back She’^Gs waiting at th^De Jackson Station never comin^Gg back G D C hold She’s waiting at the Jackson Station never coming back ^CAin’t never comin^Gg back