Ragamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley, them know your name With the forklift on the night shift on the Zion Train Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane Whether the confrontation or the uprising All nation a bow just to hear him sing, say When

There ain't no midnight train Comin' down the line I was standin' at the station, ten to midnight in the rain I was mindin' my own bus'ness, waiting for that midnight train Nobody in sight, starin' at my shoes, I took out my paper to find me some good

Last train to London, just headin' out, Last train to London, just leavin' town. But I really want tonight to last forever Let the music play on down the line tonight. It felt so right. It was one of those nights, one of those nights when I really wanna

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the

But history does record That Bob and Charlie Ford Jesse James we understand Has killed him many a man He robbed the Union trains Have laid Jesse James in his grave It was on a Saturday night The stars were shining bright When they robbed that Union train

I'm on the nightrain One more time tonight Loaded like a freight train Feelin' like a space brain Flyin' like an aeroplane Fill my cup I never learn

I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and

Reasons strange A night train Bags gathered round my feet Possessions Some lessened To carry with me

I do hate to lose With another man's wife It's running just 'fore day She's all right, she's all right Well, now, there's two, there's two trains running Well, they ain't never, no, going my way Well, now, one run at midnight and the other one Running

I did what I did One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city