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