band : woodbox gang
album : white trash voodoo
on a red midnight
chorus
Am
on a red midnight ( on a red midnight )
E
on a red midnight ( on a red midnight )
D C Am
oooooh ooooooh ooooooh
verse 1
Am E
as the banshees ride on the phantom train
D C Am
down the holler you can hear them howl your name
Am E
do they cry for love or a long lost friend
D C Am
or is it for the lost souls rustling in the wind
verse 2
warning to the rails you can hear a mile
if you hear it coming better run for your life
feel the engines roar , tear the earth apart
carving deeper in the valleys of my heart
bridge
C D Am
as the vultures make their circles in the sky
E Am
they bide their time til the day you die
C D Am
all the ones who wandered careless on this path
E Am
when the man comes past meet his awful wrath
E
when the man comes past
verse 3
all the good i had in this wicked life
disappeared one day on the dark and dusty ties
but the more you’ve lost and the less you own
makes you understand you’re nothing on your own
chorus
on a red midnight ( on a red midnight )
on a red midnight ( on a red midnight )
the moon has turned to blood on a red midnight
band : woodbox gang
album : white trash voodoo
on a red midnight
chorus
Am
on a red midnight ( on a red midnight )
E
on a red midnight ( on a red midnight )
D C Am
oooooh ooooooh ooooooh
verse 1
Am E
as the banshees ride on the phantom train
D C Am
down the holler you can hear them howl your name
Am E
do they cry for love or a long lost friend
D C Am
or is it for the lost souls rustling in the wind
verse 2
warning to the rails you can hear a mile
if you hear it coming better run for your life
feel the engines roar , tear the earth apart
carving deeper in the valleys of my heart
bridge
C D Am
as the vultures make their circles in the sky
E Am
they bide their time til the day you die
C D Am
all the ones who wandered careless on this path
E Am
when the man comes past meet his awful wrath
E
when the man comes past
verse 3
all the good i had in this wicked life
disappeared one day on the dark and dusty ties
but the more you’ve lost and the less you own
makes you understand you’re nothing on your own
chorus
on a red midnight ( on a red midnight )
on a red midnight ( on a red midnight )
the moon has turned to blood on a red midnight
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