Here I`m going
Wlakin` with my baby in my arms
`Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black
And the devil, see, he`s right behind us
And this worker said she`s gonna take my little baby
My little angel back
But they won`t getcha,
`Cuz I`m right here witcha
On the night train
Swing low, Saint Cadillac
Tearin` down the alley
And I`m reachin` so high for ya
Don`t let `em take me back
Broken like valiums and chumps in the rain
That cry and quiver
When a blue horizon is sleeping in the station
With a ticket for a train
Surely mine will deliver me there
Here she comes ...
I`m safe here with you
On the night train
Oh mamma, mamma,
Concrete is wheeling by
Down at the end of a lullaby
On the night train