Saratoga Lights
Out in The Big Thicket late at night
Sometimes you’ll see a mysterious light
The subject of interest and much debate
Is in regards to railroad man and his fate
The year was 1905 or at least so it’s said
That this poor old bloke lost his head
But in the springs his ghost remains
Searching at night with such great pains
Looking for his head that is now long lost
He roams these woods come dew or frost
A reminder of the Saratoga train day
That carried timber and oil along the way
From Bragg to Beaumont this train did run
Through the woods and East Texas sun
There was an oil well and even a town
That night when old Will fell to the ground
They found his body but never his head
Leaving his spirit troubled, or so it’s said
So searching these woods is in his rights
And that’s the story of the Saratoga Lights