Canyon Train Blues

Moon on the washboard,

boots by the door

I ain't said much since the rain quit pourin'

Your name tastes bitter

on a half-bent note

This old room knows where the hurt gets stored (ahhhh)

Freight line moans past the county road

Dust in my coat and a fire gone low

I keep walkin' where the fence posts lean

Talkin' to ghosts I don't wanna see (mmm)

Chucka chucka,

carry me slow

Down that blacktop nobody knows

If I can't sleep,

let the night roll on

Bent note cryin' till the hurt is gone (yeah)

Out past the ridge,

the stars hang low

Every mile got a debt I owe I breathe in dust,

I let pride fall

Ain't much left, but I hear the call (ohhh)

Chucka chucka,

carry me slow

Let that bent note

take me home (hummmm)