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Nanci Griffith( Nanci Caroline Griffith )
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Ghost In the Music
Lyricist:Nanci Griffith, Eric Taylor
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 rollin' home
The dragon weeps with empty eyes The whistle sigh's no more in the night It rests in the lines like a ghost in the music The soul of America's pride
The 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 cauldron? The refuge for these poor and these fallen? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com While 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 askin' 'Who'd take time to stir these ashes And who'd hear the lines of a ghost in the music And kindle America's pride?'
Tell me, where is the blaze of the hobo's cauldron? The refuge for these poor and these fallen? While it rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music The soul of America's pride
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