Jackson Station-Band Of Heathens

Jackson Station - Band Of Heathens Mama got a voice like sugar it's so sweet and fine Sister singing Amazing Grace, she right in time And they're laying poor papa low in the ground that he worked and sowed Now they waitin' at the Jackson Station for the train to roll She been up all night, she got crows walking 'round her eyes But she can still raise a cup in a toast to a well run dry He left her on a Tuesday still, with gin, whiskey and a bottle of pills And now she's waitin' at the Jackson Station looking over the hill Take me away, hear that whistle play a sad, sad song Lay me down where the river runs wide and strong Sometimes she rides a ticket home, other times she'll leave you all alone Just a-waitin' at the Jackson Station for the train to go (Instrumental) Well the 4:19 rolls on the Red Ball Line And the backwater shack's been waking to the 419 Said she got the smoke coming out of the stack, dead running on a 10-mile track Just waitin' at the Jackson Station never coming back She waitin' at the Jackson Station never coming back She waitin' at the Jackson Station never coming back Say (oh yeah) ain't never coming back