Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Bramblett
R. Bramblett
Keyboards
Jimmy Carter
Jimmy Carter
Vocals
Eric Mckinnie
Eric Mckinnie
Percussion
The Blind Boys of Alabama
The Blind Boys of Alabama
Vocals
Marc Cohn
Marc Cohn
Vocals
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Vocals
Stephen Raynard Ladson
Stephen Raynard Ladson
Bass
Joe Bonadio
Joe Bonadio
Percussion
Peter Levin
Peter Levin
Organ
Tony Garnier
Tony Garnier
Upright Bass
Joey Williams
Joey Williams
Vocals
Paul Beasley
Paul Beasley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Cohn
Marc Cohn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Mallice
Dan Mallice
Mastering Engineer
John Leventhal
John Leventhal
Producer
Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson
Recording Engineer
Mark Goodell
Mark Goodell
Recording Engineer
Jeff Noti
Jeff Noti
Recording Engineer
Charles Driebe
Charles Driebe
Producer
Jim Chapdelaine
Jim Chapdelaine
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Oh yeah
Everybody talks about some fateful day
And I guess that this was mine
I may be here to tell some kind of story
But I think it's gonna take a little time
(That's all right)
See I'm rockin' in a cradle
Down the hall somewhere and I am—
Lost inside a dream
Maybe I am falling
Maybe I am flying
But I know if I am crying she is
Holding me
And then the sky broke up
And then the rain came down
And it washed away everything on the ground
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away
Baby's got that bottle
Filled with lightning and rain
He keeps calling out for someone
But she's riding on a train
Riding on the ghost train
Well she keeps on riding
She's gonna keep on riding
Mama keep on riding
Keep on riding
Some trains they leave in the morning
Some leave in the afternoon
Some trains they leave here
Right on time
And some they just leave too soon
Way too soon
But I'm gonna keep on...
Baby's got that bottle
Filled with lightning and rain
He keeps calling out for someone
But she's riding on a train
Riding on the ghost train
And she keeps on riding
(And then the sky broke up
And then the rain came down
And it washed away everything on the ground)
She keeps on riding
She just keeps on riding
(Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away)
Keep on riding
Baby's got that bottle
Filled with lightning and rain
He keeps calling out for someone
But she's riding on a train
Riding on the ghost train
Riding on the ghost train
(Wash it away, wash it away)
Riding on the ghost train
Riding on the ghost train
Riding on the ghost train
Written by: Marc Cohn
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