It was a foggy morning in Watsonville When we pulled away from the Sands Motel And pointed the trailer rig down the hill for the loading Three hours later, we were clear of town We weighed out at seventy thousand pounds With eighteen wheels between us and the ground We were rollin’ The Hunt’s Point Market was three thousand miles away We’d be on the road back Eastward four long days Wearin’ gear jammin’ boots and a three-speed hat A chain drive wallet fastened to my belt For mile after mile, we’d listen to the stacks a-dronin’ Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Vester took a five-hour spell at the wheel Seven cents a mile was the wages deal And the firm took care of the motel bill on arrival If we got the load to New York on time We’d make five thousand dollars, split down the line, But I still wouldn’t let no boy of mine be a driver You sleep with the noise of the road drummin’ through your head Miss one red light and the two of you could wind up dead Fightin’ snowdrifts on the Donner Pass Lookin’ for a truck stop, low on gas Searching the scene of a four-car smash for survivors Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh We took Highway Five to Sacramento Over the Pass and down to Reno Parking at the Old Wild West Casino truck stop I put away a plate full of egg and beans Lost ten dollars on the slot machines Looked through the hot rod magazines in the bookshop The jukebox playing a lonesome country tune I’d be ready for a spell of drivin’ in the afternoon A boy was talkin’ to a girl in tears A trucker was buyin’ some souvenirs We walked outside with two cold beers from the icebox Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Back on the road, we crossed Nevada Over the line into Western Utah The sun went down and the sky looked set for snowin’ In the back of the cab I made a bunk for the night Vester turned on the driving lights I went to sleep to the sound of the heater blowin’ Midnight came and it was my turn behind the wheel The Moon was bright on the snow layin’ in the fields Up came the dawn at six a.m. God knows how I stayed awake till then But we rolled into Salt Lake City in the early mornin’ Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Folks try to tell me I should quit the road But I like to keep movin’ and the money’s good I get to see things I never would back in Fargo Drivin’ coast-to-coast across the USA Rollin’ three thousand miles over fourteen states With a truckload of fresh California grapes for the cargo I had a love one time in a sleepy little Southern town Still on my mind, but I couldn’t let it tie me down Now the traffic’s gettin’ heavy on the New Jersey ‘Pike Headin’ for the city in the mornin’ light We’ll be first in line to get a load tonight for Chicago Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Got paid tonight Gonna take a chance to win Goin’ up to the gate Got the money in my hand Bright lights call me To “Come on! Step right in!” Ghost Train Bet you wondered where I’d been Well, roll like a Waltzer Rock like a Speedmobile Better hang on tight Takes a nerve of solid steel Takes a heart of stone And a cast-iron will Ghost Train’s Gonna ride the line again Through the hills where the sickle Moon is bright Down the valleys, to the darkest dead of night Cold hand, brushed my face again Ghost Train She’s rollin’ like the wind Ghost Train She’s rollin’ like the wind With a kiss of ice You turned me into stone Along the rails I looked but you were gone Blue memories Gonna cut me to the bone Ghost Train Won’t you never pass my home? Ghost Train Won’t you never pass my home?