jackson station
band of heathens, the
mama got a voice like sugar it's so sweet and fine
sister singing amazing grace
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 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
whiskey and a bottle of pills
and now she's waitin' at the jackson station looking over the hill
hear that whistle play a sad
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
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 ain't never coming back