I hear that engineer blow his whistle every evening on the bend where the tracks come into town
One day I'll be there waiting waiting just to meet him when that brakeman slows them boxcars down
And when I do I'm never coming home
Every night I'll find a brand new spot to rest my bones
When I do I'm never coming home no more
I'm just a ghost hanging round your door
I'll hop up on that freight and ride her anywhere she's going
Up a mountainside or down a dark ravine
When they run out of track I'll just keep on going
Til there ain't no place that I've never seen
And when I do I'm never coming home
Every night I'll find a brand new spot to rest my bones
When I do I'm never coming home no more
I'm just a ghost hanging round your door
There won't be any fussing any crying any pleading
When I get that itchy feeling in my bones
When I get to thinking thinking about leaving
I hit the door and I hit the road
And when I do I'm never coming home
Every night I'll find a brand new spot to rest my bones
When I do I'm never coming home no more
I'm just a ghost hanging round your door
I'm just a ghost hanging round your door