On The Ghost Town Trail where the sun don't shine
Where the fire began in the company mine
Where the furnace breaks, and the whole earth quakes
From the Black Lick Creek my belly aches
When the rain sets in and there's nothing left
Except a horse and a mule and a pile of debt
There's a great depression where there used to be coal
But there's nothing great about this dark hole
Oh, the fire's down below
Can a flood sweep in and make it all go?
Save the hotel, school, church, bank and jail
On the ghost town trail, on the ghost town trail
Now here's a little story bout a guy named Burt
He was a law abiding man till his pride was hurt
Then he took to the bottle and he turned to crime
Down at the saloon he spent his very last dime
He hopped on a train and he pulled out his gun
Headed out of Tombstone toward the mid day sun
Formed a gang of outlaws like you've never done seen
Hit the county jail for armed robbery
Oh, the fire's up above
Can the clouds roll in and turn it to love?
Save the hotel, school, church, bank and jail
On the ghost town trail, on the ghost town trail (go to F on this "trail")
Woah, ohhh, ohhhh
The slippery grasp of the human hand
Comes caving into a bitter end
The outstretched reach of the burning men
On the ghost town trail, on the ghost town trail, oooohhhhhh
Oh, the fire's down below
Can a flood sweep in and make it all go?
Save the hotel, school, church, bank and jail
On the ghost town trail, on the ghost town trail
Oh, the fire's up above
Can the clouds roll in and turn it to love?
Save the hotel, school, church, bank and jail
On the ghost town trail, on the ghost town trail, on the ghost town trail