Dead Mans Train - Angus Stone

He goes every single day

To collect his pay

A place where crossroads do meet

By the railway

That yellow brick road

Never felt so cold

Black crows barking at my feet

Black crows howling at my door

Swift he spoke your souls my sweet

Save your tears for here they are my treat

So come on child take my hand

And we’ll ride upon the dead mans train

The dead mans train

The dead mans train

The dead mans train… let’s ride

Swift he spoke your souls my sweet

Save your tears for here they are my treat

So come on child take my hand

And we’ll ride upon the dead mans train

The dead mans train

The dead mans train

The dead mans train

The dead mans train