歌词
[Verse 1]
Well, my poor old wife grabbed a shot box of lead
Ran a four-ten slug plum through her head
She said she'd rather be livin' in Hell than with me instead
And I can't find fault in that
[Chorus]
'Cause these cobwebs and cocaine
Are the only things left in my brain
I'm shovelin' coal on the midnight train
Headin' straight towards the depths of Hell
[Instrumental]
Well, my damn old dog done ran away
Couldn't stand seein' me livin' life this way
He'll never come home, but that's okay
I can't find fault in that
[Chorus]
'Cause these cobwebs and cocaine
Are the only things left in my brain
I'm shovelin' coal on the midnight train
Headin' straight towards the depths of Hell
[Instrumental]
Oh, Lord, won't you save my soul?
Written by: Christopher Anthony Lunsford
