In the dark I hear a whistle
The rumble of the cars
The lonesome midnight flyer
Past the night bars
Pulling sixty box cars
Heading through our town
Tearing up the night
With a long lonesome sound
It’s been a long year
Since I thought about the train
The Greyhound and the highway
Took me where I’ve been
Late at night I hear the sound
The humming of the rails
The lonesome midnight flyer
Taking high wind in her sails
Here comes the midnight flyer
Set your watches by her
Wheels rolling
Coming in on time
No-one pays her no mind
No-one hears her crying
‘Cept some old man
Bumming down the line
Here comes the midnight flyer
Tell me how you know
‘Cause I heard her long whistle moan
So soft and low
Wheels clicking on the rails
In the stillness of the night
The engineer’s pulling cord
Until he gets it right
She’s rolling through the backyards
The sleepers in the night
On the outskirts of town
Headlight burning bright
And she’s pulling sixty boxcars
And another railroad bum
Who heard her whistle blow
And caught her on the run
Here comes the midnight flyer
Set your watches by her
Wheels rolling
Coming in on time
No-one pays her no mind
No-one hears her crying
‘Cept some old man
Bumming down the line

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