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Ghost Train
Shivering in the station on a cold Chicago night
Waiting for the whistle looking for the light
It was called the Republic in its day
Had a powerful engine always got its way

Ghost Train, Ghost Train
Heading down the track
Ghost Train, Ghost Train
You ever coming back?

Only the rich and famous could ride
With politicians willing to take a bribe
Pullman cars made of silver and gold
It lost its way when it lost its soul


Bridge 1:
Is that your red, white, and blue light
Fading into the dead of night

Mahogany, Oak, and velvet in the bar
Bankers and their women bought and sold in that car
Serviced by porters the decedents of slaves
They had to be clever, cunning, and brave


When the corporation lowered their wage
Porters went on strike to show their rage
Emotions simmer like a pot on a stove
When prices went up tempers explode


Bridge 2

Sides were chosen and the stage was set
No more work until demands are met

Leaders bargained, speeches were made
Promises broken, people betrayed
The divide got so deep it couldn't be saved
When the Porters said "Fight or be slaves!"


Too much fear uncertainty and doubt
Mob-rule was in free speech was out
The train took a turn some say too fast
The Republic's future was America's past

CHORUS (2x's)

Lyric Credits: G T Bouts
Music Credits: G T Bouts
Producer Credits: Greg Boutsikaris
Publisher Credits: Glenwood Records
Performance Credits: G T Bouts
Label Credits: Glenwood Records
Song Length: 4:13
Primary Genre: Blues-General
Secondary Genre: Folk-General
Tempo / Feel: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Trains
Subject Matter 2: Equality
Mood 1: Troubled
Similar Artist 1: Bob Dylan
Language: English
Era: 1970 - 1979