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

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