Tom Russell - Santa fe at midnight

^GLook at that headlight shining throug^Emh the rain ^CIt must be that old Santa Fe fr^Deight train ^N.C.

^GYeah, I’m standing on Salteo Tile on an ^Emold adobe porch Acro^Css the street the Baptist church, God’s own neon ^Gtorch With my baby sleeping safe inside, I’m the s^Ghadow she’s the light. Now he^Cre comes the sound of the S^Danta Fe at mi^Gdnight.

^GBaby wakes up and calls to me: “What is^Em that lonesome sound? ^CIt echoes off the mountains out near the ^Glights of town.” And I say, “Hush now, I come to you an ^Ghold you oh so tight And rock^C you to the sound of the S^Danta Fe at m^Gidnight.”

^CBlowing through those cotton fields n^Gear Cana’tior river breaks ^Empast the shanty towns of o^Gld Juarez, The ea^Cgle and the s^Dnake ^CBlowin across West Texas ^Drattlin' out of s^Emight The ^Cmusic of the ^DSanta Fe at ^Gmidnight, Making ^Emlove to the sound of the S^Danta Fe at m^Gidnight.

Well l^Gook where we have ended up on the e^Emdge of the Great South West Sta^Crin’ at those restless trees along the water d^Gitch And up the Street the Rio Grande like E^Ggypt’s old Blue Nile With the memory of the e^Carly ones who r^Dested here a w^Ghile.

But now the freight t^Grains and the long haul trucks, t^Emhey’re passin’ through They d^Con’t have the urge to wink at the l^Gikes of me and you It’s all just diesel smoke, iron rail and a ^Grunning string of lights The m^Cusic of the S^Danta Fe at m^Gidnight.

^CBlowing through those cotton fields ^Gnear Cana’tior river breaks ^Empast the shanty towns of o^Gld Juarez, The e^Cagle and the s^Dnake ^CBlowin across West Texas ra^Dttlin' out of si^Emght The m^Cusic of the Sa^Dnta Fe at m^Gidnight, Making l^Emove to the sound of the S^Danta Fe at m^Gidnight.