Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Jackson Station
The Band of Heathens
[Verse 1]
Mama got a voice like sugar, it’s so sweet and fine
Sister singin Mazing Grace, she right in time
They’re laying poor papa low, in the ground that he worked and sowed
Now they waitin at the Jackson Station for the train to roll
[Verse 2]
She’d been up all night, she got crows walking round her eyes
She can still raise a cup in a toast to a well ran dry
He left her on a Tuesday still, with gin, whiskey and a bottle of pills
Now she’s waitin’ at the Jackson Station looking over the hill
[Bridge]
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 waiting at the Jackson Station for the train to roll
[Solo]
[Verse 3]
Well the four nineteen rolls on the red ball line
And the backwater shack s been wakin to the four one nine
Said she’s got the smoke coming out of her stack
Dead running on a ten mile track
She’s waiting at the Jackson Station never coming back
She’s waiting at the Jackson Station never coming back
She’s waiting at the Jackson Station never coming back
Ain’t never coming back
[Harmonica Solo]
Submitted by Bob O’Neill
The Band of Heathens
[Verse 1]
Mama got a voice like sugar, it’s so sweet and fine
Sister singin Mazing Grace, she right in time
They’re laying poor papa low, in the ground that he worked and sowed
Now they waitin at the Jackson Station for the train to roll
[Verse 2]
She’d been up all night, she got crows walking round her eyes
She can still raise a cup in a toast to a well ran dry
He left her on a Tuesday still, with gin, whiskey and a bottle of pills
Now she’s waitin’ at the Jackson Station looking over the hill
[Bridge]
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 waiting at the Jackson Station for the train to roll
[Solo]
[Verse 3]
Well the four nineteen rolls on the red ball line
And the backwater shack s been wakin to the four one nine
Said she’s got the smoke coming out of her stack
Dead running on a ten mile track
She’s waiting at the Jackson Station never coming back
She’s waiting at the Jackson Station never coming back
She’s waiting at the Jackson Station never coming back
Ain’t never coming back
[Harmonica Solo]
Submitted by Bob O’Neill