Midnight Train Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

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 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 

Said, "don't y'all 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 the pot 

And then the stranger threw down a royal flush, somebody said 

"Hey man, that's enough friend I think you've been cheatin'" 

And then the stranger picked the money up and said, "Boys I better run" 

And then the pot-bellied fella pulled a razor out, somebody pulled a gun 

They said, "You 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 

That 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 "Thank 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 

(Roll on, roll on) 

Midnight train, roll on 

(Roll on, 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 

Oh, he's long gone