Kate Wolf - Midnight flyer

In the ^Amdark I hear the whistle, the rumble of the cars The ^Flonesome midnight flyer, ^Gpast the late night bars ^AmPulling sixty box-cars and ^Emheading through our town ^FTearing up the night with a ^Glong lonesome sound

^CIt's been a long year since I ^Amthought about the train The ^Fgreyhound and the highway ^Gtook me where I've been ^AmLate at night I hear the sound, the ^Emhumming of the rails The ^Flonesome midnight flyer taking ^Ghigh wind in her sails

^AmHere comes the midnight flyer ^EmSet your watches by her ^FWheels rolling, coming in on ^Gtime ^AmNo one pays her no mind, ^Emno one hears her crying 'Cept ^Fsome old man bumming down the ^Gline

^AmHere comes the midnight flyer, tell me how do you know? 'Cause I ^Fheard her long whistle ^Gmoan so soft and low ^AmWheels clicking on the rails in the ^Emstillness of the night The ^Fengineer's pulling cord un^Gtil he gets it right

^CShe's rolling through the back yards, the ^Amsleepers in the night On the ^Foutskirts of town, ^Gheadlight burning bright And she's ^Ampulling sixty box-cars and a^Emnother railroad bum Who ^Fheard her whistle blow and ^Gcaught her on the run

^AmHere comes the midnight flyer ^EmSet your watches by her ^FWheels rolling, coming in on ^Gtime ^AmNo one pays her no mind, ^Emno one hears her crying 'Cept ^Fsome old man bumming down the ^Gline