⬅ 50% Murder

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[Verse 1]
Said the old night rider
When questioned where to stand
"They left ol' Plymouth County
Ended in the Rio Grande"
Ol' eyes with empty pockets
Under the train station light
And some folks still shudder
When out thinking on that night
For there was no trial, nor hanging
No witness while the woe
No neck would get no rug burn
Out on the gallows pole
Got down in old Forth Worth
With blood upon their hands
Stopped briefly for a beer
And then it's on the train again

[Chorus]
The train ain't moving
This train ain't moving, yeah
This train ain't moving away
Thirty ought six and three wild horses
Is pulling the devil's trail
Away, away, away

[Verse 2]
On the gates of desperate times
We'll hang the dollar from a wire
And call it friendly gambling
Like the broker to the friar
It seems ol' Colonel Custer
And his pray, ol' Lionel Pile
Stand shaking in the cabin
There's miracles tonight
The abrasions on his wrists
We couldn't look away
It seems that something's not right
Colonel Custer got away
Got back in Carolina
With three beers in his guts
To add the six of thousands
Led to several savage cuts

[Chorus]
The train ain't moving
This train ain't moving, yeah
This train ain't moving away
Thirty ought six and three wild horses
Is pulling the devil's trail
Away, away, away

[Verse 3]
The poor men at the crossroads
Where the lion's lightly lie
And drink from sacred promises
Under the scarlet ribboned night
Oh, the righteous have no glory
Their gospel has no tone
When the twelve, they shed in sixes
And no one's going home
One night in West Virginia
And one night in Birmingham
Where it's hard to be the horror
Harder still to be them
Well it's better to be Jesse James
When fighting honest men
Than to kill 'em all together
Like at the old Ho Chi Minh

[Chorus]
This train ain't moving
This train ain't moving, yeah
This train ain't moving away
Thirty ought six and three wild horses
Is pulling the devil's trail
Away, away, away

[Verse 4]
So swung the foul tempter
Upon capturing the flag
Laid flat their eyes on sunlight
With their dirty money bag
But no saving may be needed
Down the sunken old hole
Where they dream in panorama
'Bout the swinging gallow's pole
Oh, on this train 'til sun up
Becomes the only resting place
Well, wrinkles rim the wire
With this awful tattooed face
For no tear is left unbloodied
This brick house is condemned
And they're stuck upon the railroad
Damned to ride the train again

[Chorus]
This train ain't moving
This train ain't moving, yeah
This train ain't moving away