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I was standin' at the station, |
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ten to midnight in the rain |
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I was mindin' my own bus'ness, |
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waiting for that midnight train |
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Nobody in sight, starin' at my shoes, |
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I took out my paper to find me some good news |
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Mindin' my own bus'ness, |
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when the ticket man calls my name |
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Yeah, yeah, babe |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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Comin' down the line |
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So I say, \"If it ain't too much trouble, |
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when's the local out of town?\" |
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His reply: \"Two a.m.\" |
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If I'm leavin' local-bound |
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I can catch it in forty minutes, |
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if I want to grab the express |
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But the local trains are hard to come by, |
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this time of night, more or less |
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Listen, said |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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Comin' down the line |
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So I stood for forty minutes, |
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it was raining and it was cold |
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When the express rolled down the track, |
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I did not care where it was gonna go |
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Yeah, yeah |
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He said |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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There ain't no midnight train |
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Comin' down the line |
