Nanci Griffith

Nanci Griffith - Ghost In The Music lyrics

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Down at the station the tracks are cold
The wheels of thunder, they roll no more
And the heart of America cries for the souls
Who won't be rolling home?

The dragon weeps with empty eyes
The whistle sighs no more in the night
It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music
The soul of America's pride

Toil of our fathers with foreign hands
They laid the tracks and they opened the plains
They fought the mountains and they merged our seas
They set America free

Tell me, where is the blaze of the hobo's caldron?
The refuge for these poor and these fallen?
It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music
The soul of America's pride

Foreign father, American son, father see what your son has done
He's torn up the mountains
And reshaped the plains
The dreams he dreams aren't the same

To the fallen ones who may still be asking
"Who'd take time to stir these ashes,
Who'll hear the lines of a ghost in the music
And kindle America's pride?"

Tell me, where is the blaze of the hobo's caldron?
The refuge for these poor and these fallen?
It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music
The soul of America's pride
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Author: Eric Taylor (3), Nanci Griffith

Composer: Nanci Griffith, Eric Taylor

Publisher: Nanci Griffith

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Released in: 1984

Language: English

Appearing on: Once In A Very Blue Moon (1984) , Working in Corners (2023)

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