100 moons ago
Midnight train a-rollin' in the cold
Wind howlin' like the devil's soul
Sat upon them frozen tracks
Harmonica blues
Bloody lips cracked
He said, oh, oh, oh
Your days are numbered
City shadows are so scarce
Shot past 3 am
The preachers always cheer
Witchin' hour bewitchin' superstitious minds
Sat upon the soapbox tower
Sweatin' eyes and spittin' terror
Said, oh, oh, oh
Your days are numbered
Your days are numbered you heathen
That fiery whip gonna get ya quick
Ya cry out for mercy
Lord, have mercy
Bought me a ticket for that train
Comin' down, heavin' heavy flames
I shuddered when he called my name
He said, oh, oh, oh
Your days are numbered
Ooo your days are numbered
Your rein is over
Said your little-lovin'-days-sittin'-in-that-dusty-haze-of-emerald-glaze-is over