Midnight Train

Midnight train, roll on

Midnight train, roll on

Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin

Take this stranger on to Santa Fe

It seems like romance and danger

Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way

Well the train was rumblin through the night heading south to Santa Fe

And in a fancy car, with a private bar, and a personal valet

There was a bunch of cold eyed men a sittin at a poker table

Bettin hot stakes all around

Ole Louisiana Lou had a knife in his shoe, was dealin' a hand of cards

And ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket, was sweatin bettin hard

And over in the corner this Mexican guy with two gold teeth and a patch on his eye

Took a long hard look around

And then the door flew open, the stranger walked in and said don't ya'll get excited

I know this here's a private game, and I know I wasn't invited

But I got a roll that'd choke a mule

I'm just about a big enough fool to lay it all right down

And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat

He knew this bunch of cutthroat's would be mighty hard to beat

As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat

Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama, and a dude in a black felt hat

Midnight Train, roll on

Midnight Train, roll on

Well clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin

Take this stranger on to Santa Fe

It seems like romance and danger

Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way

Well the stranger sat down he looked around at all them evil faces

And the pot-belly fellow drew a pair of queens, but the stranger he drew aces

And he kept on raising and pushin his luck, kept on winning like a run away truck

He was giving them a beating

And the stakes got higher than a Chinese kite, the stranger kept getting hot

Till every cent everybody had was lying out in that pot

Then the stranger threw down a royal flush,

Somebody said âHey Man, that's enough friend I think you've been cheatin"

And then the stranger picked the money up and said âBoys I better runâ

And then the bot-bellyed fella pulled a razor out and somebody pulled a gun

They said âYou may think you're a sly old fox,

you're gonna leave here in a long pine box

if you don't leave that money alone"

Just about then the lights went out, and they all started fussin

And the lights came on, the stranger was gone, they all started cussin

And they searched that train from front to rear

The stranger he done disappeared, and all their money was gone

When the train pulled in the station, with the whistle blowin loud

A telegram was waitin, from the stranger for the crowd

Said âThank you for the money boys, but don't feel too outdone

Cause It takes a dog to know a dog

I'm a howlin son of a gun.

Midnight Train, roll on

Midnight Train, roll on

Well clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin

Take this stranger on to Santa Fe

It seems like romance and danger

Follow this here tall dark stranger all along the way