Come, ye ghost riders, they got nothin' to fear

She's rollin' and the devil is the engineer

Hell's the destination on this station stop

On the ghost train blowin' into Blowin' Rock

Ooh, ghost train

Ooh, ghost train

Well, the Old Crows caught a lucky break at the Merle fest back in 2000

'Cause someone was out there listenin', ears pricked, eyes trained, watchin' the boys

Ready to pounce like a peregrine, in for the kill

Angel or devil, only time would tell

Then lo and behold, a call came into the Tweetsie Railroad Wild Western Park

It seems the Grand Ole Opry was lookin' for an act, and the boys fit the bill

Trouble was, they had signed a hefty contract to old Tweetsie

And damned if the engineer weren't a-breathin' fire when catchin' the boys jump track

They got out quick, westbound, left it all behind

Chickens, pig, sheep, goats, and a good crop in the ground too

So long, high country, hello, big city, things were lookin' up for us

Everything's lookin' up when you're six-feet under

Fast and fire-breathin' like a burnin' flame

The dead go walkin' down the tracks again

Flyin' off the rails for a shady grove

Where Satan is waitin' for you to sell your soul

Ooh, ghost train

Ooh, ghost train

Spyglass, one of those quarter op jobs like they got at the Grandfather Mountain

Or see Rocky City, I spy with my little eye Crows, murder of 'em

Flappin' down I-40, that's me behind the wheel, everyone else is passed out

Benny's bass scratchin' up the window tint, he's got a kid now but Kinman can thump it anyway, or Billy

WSM's a dry leaf crackle over the rush of the roadway

"We're comin' to ya live from the Ernest Tubb Theatre"

Westbound speedin' past the sunsphere, blowin' a kiss to K-town, Harriman

Rockwood, Obion, Frozenhead, Crossville, Monterrey, let 'er go

Slept three hours in a bramble grove, choked cedars up Buttermilk Road

Is this way to go to claim the silver and the gold?

Is this the page the great ones folded over where souls are sold for fortunes untold?

Someone ask a crow, maybe they know

Nashville's only 90 miles to go

Tumblin' down the mountain like a brokedown dam

Somethin' evils lurkin' just around the bend

Judgement Day's a-waitin' at the very next stop

On the ghost train blowin' out of Blowin' Rock

Ooh, ghost train

Ooh, ghost train

Ooh, ghost train

Ooh, ghost train