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* Ooh, Midnight Flyer
Engineer, won't you let your whistle moan
Ooh, Midnight Flyer
I paid my dues and I feel like travelin' on

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 to take the place of me
Make him out the kind of fool, you wanted me to be.

(* Repeat)

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

(* Repeat twice)
I paid my dues and I feel like travelin' on