A runaway
team of horses ain't enough to make me stay
So throw
your rope on another man
And
pull him down your way
Make
him into someone who can take the place of me
Make
him every kind of fool you wanted me to be
Oo, Midnight
Flyer
Engineer,
won't you let your whistle moan?
Oo,
Midnight Flyer,
I paid
my dues and I feel like trav'lin' on
Maybe
I'll go to Santa Fe, maybe San Antone,
Any
town is where I'm bound any way to get me gone
Don't
think about me, never let me cross your mind
'Cept
when you hear that midnight lonesome whistle whine
Oo, Midnight
Flyer
Engineer,
won't you let your whistle moan?
Oo,
Midnight Flyer
I paid
my dues and I feel like trav'lin' on
I paid
my dues and I feel like trav'lin' on
Marco Giunco |
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