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released July 31, 2012

Steve Moss - Guitar/ Vocals. Brandon Burghart – Drums. David Kimmell – Bass. Music and lyrics written by The Midnight Ghost Train. (Except track 6 by Lead Belly). Engineered and recorded to analog by Dave Barbe and Kyle Spence at Chase Park Transduction Athens, GA. Produced by The Midnight Ghost Train. Mastered by Jerry Tubb at Terra Nova Digital Audio, Inc. Austin, Texas. Photography by Megan Silovsky. Model: Hollis Sherman-Pepe.
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Track Name: Foxhole
I believe I've dreamt of this before
When I woke up face first on the floor
It's not the drugs I stick in
Would make god commit his final sin
Wake me up

I heard it scream through the holy book
Begging me to take one last look
Gettin down through revelations
Set fire to the entire congregation
Wake me up

It's not a question of faith
It's just the feelings of hate
Got six in my sidearm holster
Raise your glass for one last toast sir
Track Name: Southern Belle
Fear is the fever
That breaks all the chains
And no is the answer
That causes it to rain
Won't you take out my hammer
And slide it down in your skirt
Since your death will come too early
I wanna know
How much should I make it hurt

Won't you ring that southern belle
And lock up all your doors
I'll be waiting in your bedroom
With a loaded 44
My patience is a digging
You a hole in the Mississippi dirt
Since your death will come from my hand
I wanna know
How much should I make it hurt

My patience is a digging you a hole
Down in the Mississippi dirt
Since your death will come from my hand
I wanna know
How much should I make it hurt