by Scott B. Laughlin
Copyright 2013
They say there was a lawyer who
Called himself a railroad man
After sweet-takin’ investors
He grabbed the money and ran
But a US Marshall was on his trail
Chasin’ him hither and there
Caught him at a Kansas depot
Buyin’ a one-way fare
The lawyer is gone now
And the money as well
There’re tales of what happened
That dead men don’t tell
Ghost Train Ghost Train
She’s comin’ my way
Making sounds that never was
Some old timers say
I was there, fire flies winkin’
One quiet summer night
When I hear the train a-comin’
I even saw the light
On the grade stood a cow
Framed in the headlights dim hue
I watched the train hit her
There was nothin’ I could do
The next mornin’ we walked the grade
Me and Jim, my ‘cuz
We found only dirt, no rails
For that train that never was
Ghost Train Ghost Train
She’s comin’ my way
Making sounds that never was
So the old times say
And when we found that cow
I’d seen in the dark
She was dead as a horseshoe
But nary a mark
I can’t say just what I saw
The Ghost Train on that grade
There’re folks who don’t believe me
They claim it’s a tale I made
Just ‘cuz I ain’t seen her in a while
Don’t mean she ain’t there
Sometime I hear her chuggin’
She’s there somewhere