Penn Station - The Felice Brothers

Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh Lord

Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh Lord

In Penn Station tonight

With a toothbrush and a comb

Five dollars and dead cell phone, oh Lord

No photo I. D

No past to torture me, oh Lord

No past to torture me

Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh lord

Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh lord

In Penn Station tonight

Oh, how sweetly I do sleep

On the bathroom tile where the porters sweep

With a nickel in my hand

Like the star of Bethlehem, oh lord

Like the star of Bethlehem

And I know on track number seven

There’s a train to take me to heaven, Lord

But a faster train’s coming near

That the devil engineers, oh Lord

That the devil engineers

Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh lord

Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh lord

In Penn Station tonight

And I know on track number seven

There’s a train to take me to heaven, Lord

But a faster train’s coming near

That the devil engineers, oh Lord

That the devil engineers