Jackson Station (Live)

Mama got a voice like sugar so sweet and fine Sister singing Amazing Grace, right in time They're laying poor papa low, in the ground that he worked and sowed They waitin' at the Jackson Station for the train to roll She been up all night, she got crows walking round her eyes She can still raise a cup in a toast to a well run dry He left her on a Tuesday still, Gin, Whiskey and a bottle of pills 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 waitin' at the Jackson Station for the train to go The 4: 19 rolls on the Red Ball Line The backwater shacks been waking to the 419 She got the smoke coming out of the stack, dead running on a 10-mile track Waitin' at the Jackson Station never coming back