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Last Train Out of Mercy Town


Artist: Raymond Livingston
Artist's Description
So I'm catchin' the last train outta Mercy Town. Written by Michael Livingston, songwriter from Roosevelt, Utah. Non-exclusive license — writer retains ownership.

Genre(s): Country
Mood(s): Dramatic, Sad
Style(s): Ballad, Story
Language(s): English
Standard License:$50.00
Extended License:$120.00

Last Train Out of Mercy Town

By Raymond Livingston
Verse 1
I was born by the tracks where the freight cars moaned,
Mama washed dishes and Daddy laid stone.
We heard the rumble long before we could see,
A hundred years of ghosts ridin’ wild and free.
Old men in dust talked of better days,
When steam and grit carved out these ways.
Now highways hum where the rails once shined,
Progress came crawlin’ and left us behind.

Pre-Chorus
Now I’m countin’ scars with a bottle in hand,
Dreamin’ of a place I don’t understand.

Chorus
So I’m catchin’ the last train outta Mercy Town,
Leavin’ all my demons where the sun goes down.
The world got faster, but it lost its sound,
And the railroad still rolls underground.

Verse 2
I tried the city, yeah, I walked that line,
With pills in my pocket and no sense of time.
Neon lights don’t heal a soul,
Just blind you till you lose control.

Every whistle cuts deep like a callin’ flame,
Whisperin’ low that I ain’t to blame.
There’s peace in motion, pain in stayin’,
Freedom’s just another way of prayin’.

Ain’t no home where I lay my head,
Just steel and stars and the words I’ve said.

Chorus
I’m catchin’ the last train outta Mercy Town,
Leavin’ all my demons where the sun goes down.
The world got faster, but it lost its sound,
And the railroad still rolls underground.

Bridge
Them rails don’t talk, but they sure can sing,
‘Bout the blood and sweat that freedom brings.
Every mile’s a story no one reads,
Buried deep in the ties and weeds.

Now I’m ridin’ boxcars with the wind in my chest,
No bills, no lies, no Sunday best.
Just the hum of truth and the blink of stars,
Countin’ time between old freight cars.

Final Chorus
So I’m ridin’ that last train outta Mercy Town,
Ain’t got much, but I ain’t down.
The world forgot what keeps it sound,
But the railroad still rolls underground.

Outro
The world turns loud, then quiets slow,
Only the rail knows where I’ll go.
When I die, don’t dig no ground —
Just let me ride till the wheels fall down.
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