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? Whoo-whoo! Waitin' on a haunted train Crash that engine, You know, only sticks and stones And old conductors' bones remain...