| 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 |