Verse 1 I drifted down to the Delta, where the cotton grows so high, Met a pretty young girl, caught her wealthy daddy's eye. Didn't care about her heart, just wanted his land and hogs, Scheming how to be the king of these muddy southern bogs. Pre-Chorus The locals tried to tell me: "Boy, you’re headed for a fall!" But I was way too blind and proud to listen to them all. Chorus Oh, look out, son, when the midnight train is coming, Look out, son, when you hear that phantom running! You can't steal the gold, you can't cheat the dead, When a fiery orange pumpkin's flying at your head! Verse 2 They warned me 'bout the dark road and the rider with no head, I just laughed and kept on ridin', thinkin' 'bout the life I led. Then the midnight grew so heavy, shadows dancin' on the pine, And I heard the phantom hooves comin' fast right down the line! Pre-Chorus The locals tried to tell me: "Boy, you’re headed for a fall!" But I was way too blind and proud to listen to them all. Chorus Oh, look out, son, when the midnight train is coming, Look out, son, when you hear that phantom running! You can't steal the gold, you can't cheat the dead, When a fiery orange pumpkin's flying at your head! Verse 3 A fiery orange pumpkin came flyin' through the night, Blew me right off my saddle, shakin' me with fright. Now I got no rich girl, no money, no fancy land to show — Just a smashed-up pumpkin and my own broken bowl. Pre-Chorus The locals tried to tell me: "Boy, you’re headed for a fall!" But I was way too blind and proud to listen to them all. Chorus Oh, look out, son, when the midnight train is coming, Look out, son, when you hear that phantom running! You can't steal the gold, you can't cheat the dead, When a fiery orange pumpkin's flying at your head! Outro Yeah... no money, no gold. Just a smashed pumpkin... And a broken bowl. Watch your greed, son...
