Sixteen Coaches Long

This train belongs in a David Lynch movie. It's the coach of despair. The b-boy Failed Experiment. The Lone Boxcar of the Apocalypse. It's a loss, a doomed reconnoiter, a forgotten grandparent. It's suburban detritus. It's an oily mess. It's a coupon for ***Half-Off All Styrofoam Flatware*** at a yard sale atop an Indian burial mound. It's a regret all dressed up like yer sister. It's a Midnight Rider. It's sixteen coaches long. It's a ping-pong ball in the Lake of Fire. It's fish filled with mercury. Roll yer bones, baby. It's gonna shine a light on you!

Mystery Train

Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train got my baby and gone

Train train, comin round, round the bend
Train train, comin round the bend
Well it took my baby, but it never will again (no, not again)

Train train, comin down, down the line
Train train, comin down the line
Well its bringin my baby, cause shes mine all, all mine
(shes mine, all, all mine)

-lyrics by Junior Parker & Sam Philips