ghost in the music
Singer:nanci griffith
down at the station the tracks are cold
and the heart of america cries for the souls
who won't be rollin' home
the dragon weeps with empty eyes
the whistle sighs no more in the night
like a ghost in the music
the soul of america's pride
toil of our fathers with foreign hands
they laid the tracks and they opened the plains
they fought the mountains and they merged our seas
tell me. where is the blaze of the hobo's caldron?
the refuge for these poor and these fallen?
like a ghost in the music
the soul of america's pride
foreign father. american son
father see what your son has done
he's torn up the mountains
the dreams he dreams aren't the same
to the fallen ones who may still be askin'
who'd take time to stir these ashes