Ghost Train | Dark Country

Hear those dead men stomp the floor... hear them calling one man more. 🚂🌑 "Ghost Train" is a terrifying tale of a phantom locomotive and a decades-old blood debt. Forty years after a midnight freight went down, the dead have returned. When a ghostly conductor hands a man a ticket with his own name and tomorrow's date, a desperate chase through the timber yard begins. But this haunting is no accident. He discovers his own grandfather sabotaged those tracks for money, sending the train into the bend and burying the truth. Now the dead want the blood his family owes, but this grandson refuses to pay the fare. 💨💀 If you love supernatural western lore and haunted tales of the macabre, wait by the tracks with us. 🌑 Subscribe to My Little Country and catch new stories every Tuesday and Thursday 🎧 Now streaming on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/arti... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrics: Hear that whistle cut the night Hear those iron wheels ignite No engine burns and no lamps glow Still that dead train starts to roll Old men warned me at the station bar Never chase that whistle far They said the midnight freight went down Forty years outside this town Every man aboard was lost Every name was carved in frost But when the clouds cover the moon That engine comes back through I laughed and threw another drink Then heard those rails begin to sing The bottles shook upon the shelf And something called me by myself Ride that ghost train down the line Black smoke rolling through the pines Hear those dead men stomp the floor Hear them calling one man more Ride that ghost train fast and mean Steel wheels tearing through the steam When that whistle calls your name You better never board that train I stepped outside and saw it come No fire burning in the front Windows filled with faces pale Coats were torn and eyes were gray The conductor raised one hand Held a ticket where I stand My full name was printed there With tomorrow as the fare I backed away across the track But every shadow pulled me back The whistle screamed above my head Then every passenger turned and said One more rider One more soul One more name upon the roll Ride that ghost train down the line Black smoke rolling through the pines Hear those dead men stomp the floor Hear them calling one man more Ride that ghost train fast and mean Steel wheels tearing through the steam When that whistle calls your name You better never board that train I ran east through the timber yard That train followed twice as hard No matter where I crossed the land Those rails appeared beneath the sand I found the bridge where they had died Broken timber by the riverside There beneath a rusted sign I found the truth about that line My grandfather switched the track Took their money and never looked back Sent that freight into the bend And buried what he did back then So it was never hunting me It wanted blood from my family Forty years that debt had grown Now I was paying what he owed The bridge began to shake below The dead train came through rain and smoke The conductor smiled and raised his hand I tore that ticket where I stand Ride that ghost train down the line Black smoke rolling through the pines Hear those dead men stomp the floor Hear them calling one man more Ride that ghost train fast and mean Steel wheels tearing through the steam When that whistle calls your name You better never board that train Ride that ghost train through the rain Carry every buried name Let those iron wheels complain I will never board that train The tracks went quiet before the dawn The train was gone The train was gone #DarkCountry #WesternNoir #MyLittleCountry #SouthernGothic #GhostStory #StorytellingMusic #Spotify