Sometimes, late at night,
you can hear the whistle wail
with a spooky, screechy sound
like a wheel gone off the rail;
and up in the smoky clouds,
you can almost recognize
the ghost of a crazy engineer
with fiery cinder eyes;
I say, Whoo-whoo!
Can't you hear the haunted train?
Waiting on a haunted train
I'm gonna, crash that engine,
you know, only sticks and stones
and old conductors' bones remain...
Take me to the roundhouse
It's spooky....
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