Hank Snow Ghost Trains

It was early in the fall and a blowin up a squall From the trestle you could hear the weirdest moans With a mighty lonesome cry came a whistle from the sky And it chilled the very marrow in my bones Then a loud rushing roar like you never heard before Turned the blood to icy water in my veins As I watched with rising fear something strange was drawing near And I saw in the clouds ghost trains (Ghost trains ghost trains what a fearful sight) The Cannonball and No 9 were racing through the night