38 lyrics for "Night train"
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
PlayI'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
PlaySaturday, Saturday, Saturday Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the
PlayOn the highway, thirty people lost their lives. In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on. For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone. In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name. On the highway, thirty people turned to stone. Well, I had some
PlayNight train Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them Prisoner only of the choices they've made Ice cube in a dark drink
PlayI'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
Play(You're all) Every time the front door shakes Every time I hear the breaks And that long whistle cryin' through the night I'm reminded of the way I feel Gettin' crushed by your wheels tonight Shut up train I'm trying to sleep Can't you show me a little
PlayThe Lullaby of Broadway Come on along and listen to Goodnight, baby Goodnight, the milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby The hip hooray and bally hoo The rumble of a subway train The rattle of a taxi The daffodils who entertain
PlayWell, 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
PlayReasons strange A night train Bags gathered round my feet Possessions Some lessened To carry with me
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