Song | Nobody Knew His Name |
Artist | John Hiatt |
Album | After Midnight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well a man in a Cadillac used to come around here | |
Looking for a long black train | |
Said his baby left town with an Engineer | |
Cut across the midnight rain, boys | |
Straight across the midnight rain | |
Now everybody said he'd been in Vietnam | |
When he was pretty young | |
That's when buddy got killed when his rifle jammed | |
Now the fighting ain't never done, boys | |
Now the fighting ain't never done. | |
Red tip while the cigarette glowin' | |
Windows up against the rain | |
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin' | |
Nobody knew his name, boys | |
Nobody knew his name | |
Sheriff run him off once in a while | |
But he would be right back | |
With a cup of coffee, an old newspaper | |
Sitting by the side of the tracks, boys | |
Crying by the side of the tracks | |
He'd try to keep from turning the tables | |
Hired walking horses out at Suffolk Downs | |
But there was always some whiskey back at the stables | |
If you knew where to look around, boys | |
If you knew where to look around. | |
Red tip of a cigarette glowin' | |
Windows up against the rain | |
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin' | |
But nobody knew his name, boys | |
Nobody knew his name | |
Slinging Pizza and Beer | |
Down at Waterfront Park | |
Handicapping dogs for the clientèle | |
A different pick for each one | |
Yeah, it didn't matter who won | |
Somebody gonna tip him well, boys | |
Somebody gonna tip him well | |
Well they found him in his Cadillac car | |
Out behind the old farm store | |
He was sitting there like we was going somewhere | |
And he wasn't coming back no more, boys | |
He wasn't coming back no more |
Well a man in a Cadillac used to come around here | |
Looking for a long black train | |
Said his baby left town with an Engineer | |
Cut across the midnight rain, boys | |
Straight across the midnight rain | |
Now everybody said he' d been in Vietnam | |
When he was pretty young | |
That' s when buddy got killed when his rifle jammed | |
Now the fighting ain' t never done, boys | |
Now the fighting ain' t never done. | |
Red tip while the cigarette glowin' | |
Windows up against the rain | |
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin' | |
Nobody knew his name, boys | |
Nobody knew his name | |
Sheriff run him off once in a while | |
But he would be right back | |
With a cup of coffee, an old newspaper | |
Sitting by the side of the tracks, boys | |
Crying by the side of the tracks | |
He' d try to keep from turning the tables | |
Hired walking horses out at Suffolk Downs | |
But there was always some whiskey back at the stables | |
If you knew where to look around, boys | |
If you knew where to look around. | |
Red tip of a cigarette glowin' | |
Windows up against the rain | |
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin' | |
But nobody knew his name, boys | |
Nobody knew his name | |
Slinging Pizza and Beer | |
Down at Waterfront Park | |
Handicapping dogs for the cliente le | |
A different pick for each one | |
Yeah, it didn' t matter who won | |
Somebody gonna tip him well, boys | |
Somebody gonna tip him well | |
Well they found him in his Cadillac car | |
Out behind the old farm store | |
He was sitting there like we was going somewhere | |
And he wasn' t coming back no more, boys | |
He wasn' t coming back no more |
Well a man in a Cadillac used to come around here | |
Looking for a long black train | |
Said his baby left town with an Engineer | |
Cut across the midnight rain, boys | |
Straight across the midnight rain | |
Now everybody said he' d been in Vietnam | |
When he was pretty young | |
That' s when buddy got killed when his rifle jammed | |
Now the fighting ain' t never done, boys | |
Now the fighting ain' t never done. | |
Red tip while the cigarette glowin' | |
Windows up against the rain | |
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin' | |
Nobody knew his name, boys | |
Nobody knew his name | |
Sheriff run him off once in a while | |
But he would be right back | |
With a cup of coffee, an old newspaper | |
Sitting by the side of the tracks, boys | |
Crying by the side of the tracks | |
He' d try to keep from turning the tables | |
Hired walking horses out at Suffolk Downs | |
But there was always some whiskey back at the stables | |
If you knew where to look around, boys | |
If you knew where to look around. | |
Red tip of a cigarette glowin' | |
Windows up against the rain | |
Night so dark, there was nothing else showin' | |
But nobody knew his name, boys | |
Nobody knew his name | |
Slinging Pizza and Beer | |
Down at Waterfront Park | |
Handicapping dogs for the clientè le | |
A different pick for each one | |
Yeah, it didn' t matter who won | |
Somebody gonna tip him well, boys | |
Somebody gonna tip him well | |
Well they found him in his Cadillac car | |
Out behind the old farm store | |
He was sitting there like we was going somewhere | |
And he wasn' t coming back no more, boys | |
He wasn' t coming back no more |