I can hear you weeping low, more a rasp than a whistle
While your smoke is overflowing on that Memphis line
I know your heart is cold but your rails keep burning
Like a catfish that's frying on the skillet
Darlin let me ride through your pouring rain
Baby you are my midnight train
Well by night I breathe your smoke, in the morning spit the coals
And the ashes from my teeth that you left me last night
I drink whiskey on the tracks by the general store
And some days I lay and dream about taking that train for a bride
(chorus)
And when they bury me on a rainy day
Least I can say I rode that train
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