Joe Bonamassa - Distant Lonesome Train

DISTANT LONESOME TRAIN (Joe Bonamassa/Tom Hambridge) When I hear that cold wind howl Midnight, pouring rain. Oh I hear my baby’s voice call my name On that distant lonesome train. Oh I hear those drums out in the field Crying out in pain. Her spirit calls me from the barren ground On that distant lonesome train. Well the devil is my driver Burning coal turns to flame. So take me down to the gates of hell On that distant lonesome train. On a traveling cannonball A passenger without a name, So lay her down, go on let’s ride On that distant lonesome train. On a distant lonesome train, On the distant lonesome train, Oh that distant lonesome train, yeah...