Sin Line

I hear that train a comin round the bend

It's been a loaded down with shame and sin whoa

Packed up, and piled high it just might reach the sky

He's come to haul our hurt away

I can hear click click clack on the track of the Sin Line

I can feel the chug chug chug how he took those doubts of mine

I can smell the choo choo choo of the smoke goes billowing high

Oh Lord Oh Lord my God

I hear that whistle blowin she's barrelin down

Driven by the only one worthy to wear the crown whoa