Jackson Station

Mama got a voice like sugar, it's so sweet and fine
 Sister singing Amazing Grace, she right in time
 And they're laying poor papa low
 In the ground that he worked and sowed
 Now they waiting at the Jackson Station for the train to roll
 She been up all night, she got crows walking 'round her eyes
 But she can still raise a cup in a toast to a well run dry
 He left her on a Tuesday still
 With gin, whiskey and a bottle of pills
 And 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 awaiting at the Jackson Station for the train to roll
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 Well, the 4:19 rolls on the Red Ball Line
 And the backwater shack's been waking to the 419
 Said she got the smoke coming out of the stack, dead running on a 10-mile track
 Just waiting at the Jackson Station, never coming back
 She waiting at the Jackson Station, never coming back
 She waiting at the Jackson Station, never coming back
 Say (oh, yeah) ain't never coming back