Mark Sinnis Lyrics

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Empty Train

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