Well that sounds like the night train,
Blowin' its stack,
Spreading its wings,
All over the track,
Arrived here this morning,
Won't be here for long,
As fast as a shooting star,
That's' what them eight wheels are for.
Come on baby lets jump aboard,
It's a mean piece of transport baby,
You know that's no joke.
On board the aging gambler,
Smiles as he peels,
The seal off a new deck,
Then he quietly deals,
Hands round the table,
From the bottom he slips three.
Watch yourself if you play this game,
The fastest card game on wheels,
Come on, won't you be there when it leaves,
Can't you hear them talkin' about it,
Together we could race the breeze.
It shines out a light,
In the darkest night,
To make us feel alright,
To make us feel alright,
I've prayed every night,
