Lyrics:

Mama got a voice like sugar, so sweet and fine
Sister singing Amazing Grace, she's right in time
And they're laying poor papa low
in the ground that he worked and sowed
Now they waitin' at the Jackson Station
for the train to roll

She been up all night, she's got crows walking 'round her eyes
But she can still raise a cup in a toast to a well run dry
He left her on a Tuesday still,
with gin, whiskey and a bottle of pills
And now she's waitin' at the Jackson Station
looking over the hill

Take me away, hear that whistle play a sad, sad song
Lay me down where the river runs wide and strong
Sometimes she rides a ticket home,
other times she'll leave you all alone
Just a-waitin' at the Jackson Station
for the train to go


Well the 4:19 rolls on the Red Ball Line
And the backwater shack's been waking to the 419
Said she got the smoke coming out of the stack
dead running on a 10-mile track
Just waitin' at the Jackson Station
never coming back

She'S waitin' at the Jackson Station
never coming back
She's Waiting at the Jackson Station
never coming back
Nah nah
She aint never,never coming back ...