Distant Lonesome Train
JOE BONAMASSA, TOM HAMBRIDGE
When I hear - That cold wind howling
It's midnight Pouring rain
Oh I hear my baby calling out my name
On that distant lonesome train
Hear those drums - Out in the field
And they're crying out in pain
Her spirit calls me from the barren ground
On that distant lonesome train
Well the devil - Is my driver
Burning coal That turns to flame
So take me down to the gates of hell
On that distant lonesome train
On a travelling - Cannonball
A rider - Without a name
So lay her down. Go on let me ride
On that distant lonesome train