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 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

Said, "don't y'all 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 the pot

And then the stranger threw down a royal flush, somebody said

"Hey man, that's enough friend I think you've been cheatin'"



And then the stranger picked the money up and said, "Boys I better run"

And then the pot-bellied fella pulled a razor out, somebody pulled a gun

They said, "You 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

That 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 "Thank 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

(Roll on, roll on)

Midnight train, roll on

(Roll on, 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

Oh, he's long gone

Writer : C. DANIELS, T. DIGREGORIO, T. CRAIN, C. HAYWARD, J. GAVIN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group