Am
In the dark I hear the whistle, the rumble of the cars
F G
The lonesome midnight flyer, past the late night bars
Am Em
Pulling sixty box-cars and heading through our town
F G
Tearing up the night with a long lonesome sound
C Am
It's been a long year since I thought about the train
F G
The greyhound and the highway took me where I've been
Am Em
Late at night I hear the sound, the humming of the rails
F G
The lonesome midnight flyer taking high wind in her sails
Am
Here comes the midnight flyer
Em
Set your watches by her
F G
Wheels rolling, coming in on time
Am Em
No one pays her no mind, no one hears her crying
F G
'Cept some old man bumming down the line
Am
Here comes the midnight flyer, tell me how do you know?
F G
'Cause I heard her long whistle moan so soft and low
Am Em
Wheels clicking on the rails in the stillness of the night
F G
The engineer's pulling cord until he gets it right
C Am
She's rolling through the back yards, the sleepers in the night
F G
On the outskirts of town, headlight burning bright
Am Em
And she's pulling sixty box-cars and another railroad bum
F G
Who heard her whistle blow and caught her on the run
Am
Here comes the midnight flyer
Em
Set your watches by her
F G
Wheels rolling, coming in on time
Am Em
No one pays her no mind, no one hears her crying
F G
'Cept some old man bumming down the line