Besedila: Lady of the Sunshine. Dead Mans Train.

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