1
Streaking through the black night
slipping through the towns
Click clacking in a rhytmn
With the baying hounds

Over in the diner
Sits a headless chap
Trys to scratch his forhead
Trys to find his hat

Chorus
Hes riding on a gost train
riding on a gost train
Through the night

V2
Cars are  full of riders
None of them alive
Not knowing where they're going
Or what time they'll arrive (Or when they'll arrive)

It's a real collection
Of the darkest souls
Thiefs, killers, and mad men
From the blackest holes

Chorus
These passengers got baggage, The kind they'd like to drop
And though there's lots of stations, this train will never stop

V3
Molly's in the sleeper
Hatchet by her side
Jim's playing with fire
Looking kind of fried

Billy the outlaw
Got his pistol cocked
He wants to shoot his way out
But the exit's blocked