Ghost In The Music-Nanci Griffith

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[00:00.00]Ghost In The Music - Nanci Griffith
[00:17.79]Down at the station the tracks are cold
[00:21.71]The wheels of thunder they roll no more
[00:25.57]And the heart of America cries for the souls
[00:29.26]Who won't be rollin' home
[00:34.84]The dragon weeps with empty eyes
[00:38.84]The whistle sighs no more in the night
[00:42.48]It rests in the lines like a ghost in the music
[00:46.08]The soul of America's pride
[00:51.93]Toil of our fathers with foreign hands
[00:55.92]They laid the tracks and they opened the plains
[00:59.39]They fought the mountains and they merged our seas
[01:03.34]They set America free
[01:08.37]Tell me
[01:09.01]Where is the blaze of the hobo's caldron
[01:12.83]The refuge for these poor and these fallen
[01:16.06]It rests in the lines like a ghost in the music
[01:20.04]The soul of America's pride
[01:43.11]Foreign father
[01:44.74]American son father see what your son has done
[01:50.56]He's torn up the mountains
[01:52.56]And reshaped the plains
[01:54.60]The dreams he dreams aren't the same
[02:00.14]Fallen ones who may still be askin'
[02:04.19]"Who'd take time to stir these ashes
[02:07.74]Who'll hear the lines of a ghost in the music
[02:11.44]And kindle America's pride"
[02:16.78]Tell me
[02:17.44]Where is the blaze of the hobo's caldron
[02:21.19]The refuge for these poor and these fallen
[02:24.50]It rests in the lines like a ghost in the music
[02:28.47]The soul of America's pride