Mark Sinnis Lyrics
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Hear the lonesome whistle blow
From the long black train
Sixteen coaches long
Going down the line
Running through my mind
In Carolina, oh yeah
The train is empty
Like my soul
Riding through the night
So dark and cold
Like women in my life
Cuts me like a knife
Through my heart, oh yeah
I covered her tattooed name with flames
Just right above my heart
It still remains
Though the ink is dry
But not in my mind
Like her memory, oh yeah
I can try to cover up the scars
With my whiskey, wine, and bars
No I can’t hide
From what’s in my mind
I can’t run away, oh yeah