Midnight Ghost Songtext
von The Kennedys

The fog was rolling in on the California coast
We caught a fast freight called the Midnight Ghost
We huddled in our blankets sharing coffee in a tin
And thought about New York as the cold crept in

Working on our karma, take it as it comes
Spinning out the dharma in the cold grey sun
The wind is always with us when we need it the most
Riding shotgun on a train called the Midnight Ghost


They call the Ghost a zipper and zip along she can
Eighty miles an hour on the straightaway man
Heading out to Frisco for the pleasure of the ride
We′ll sleep out on the beach out of reach of the tide

Working on our karma, take it as it comes
Spinning out the dharma in the cold grey sun
The wind is always with us when we need it the most
Riding shotgun on a train called the Midnight Ghost

I used to be a brakeman and I drew a long pay
I left it all behind just to live this way
So settle in your bedroll and I'll pass you the wine
Just to warm the soul as we roll down the line


Working on our karma, take it as it comes
Spinning out the dharma in the cold grey sun
The wind is always with us when we need it the most
Riding shotgun on a train called the Midnight Ghost