On a cold and rainy night I was sittin' in the light
Oh my switchman shack of mine post on the mountain
The storms were pretty bad and the telephone was dead
But it was just eleven hours till the dawn.
Then much to my surprice the telegraph jumped in the light
As I read the code I thought could this be true
The train was on its way headed up to mountain grade
But she didn't have no engineer or crew.
At the other switch they tried to put her on the mountain side
But she kept on coming up the mountain grade
But I quickly dowse the light to try to see into the night
Maybe I could spot her headlight in the rain.
She was poundin' down below I could hear her whistle blow
And I thought Lord that's a high and mournful sound
Then the telegraph again there's a caving in the mine
And the hundred men have burried neath the ground.
Lord, she's coming now I see her round the bend and straight at me
And her ballet is glowin' red as coal in hell
The headlinght switchin' wide searchin' all the mountain side
But the only sound she's making it's a wail.
Then I recognized the train by the number and the name
It's from miners Silver Ghost 0-40-1
Then she vanished up the track by the lonely swutchman shack
Like a mother who was looking for her son.
Now I heard the story how an engine went to glory
Over fifty years ago in the same line
It was steaming for the caving there were men needed saving
But it missed the curve in trestle near the mine.
And every now and then you'll hear a whistle on the wind
It's from mountail slides where many men're lost
It's a high and lonely wail and searching up and down the mountain
It's the train they call the Miners Silver Ghost.
The train they call the Miners Silver Ghost.
The train they call the Miners Silver Ghost...
I’m Coming Out
I'm coming out I'm coming I'm coming out I'm coming out I'm coming out I'm coming out I want the world to know Got to let it show I'm coming out I want the world to know I got to
I can feel you far away, your hesitation matching mine. Sadness left me far away yea, Your contemplation turn to wine An old man stares at me In mutual bizarre reverie Laugh at thy neighbor Pretend you
Back There Again
This old Buick's like a needle on a compass Pointed due west I remember her smile like June sunflowers And the look of her body as she slipped out of that dress God, I'm
Dead Man Walking
He swivels his head Tears his eyes from the screen As his past puts him back in Atlantic City There's not even a demon in Heaven or Hell Is it all just human disguise? As
Looking out at the emptiness of faces Makes me wonder what a wonder world this is Is this another generation lost in the darkness ? Everybody is someone else's opinion I don' wanna be