Look at that headlight
shining through the rain
Well it must be that old
Santa
Fe freight train
I'm standing on salty old tile on
an old adobe porch
Across the street, the
Baptist church,
God's own neon torch.
Well my baby's sleepin' safe inside,
I'm the shadow, she's the light.
Now here comes the sound of the
Santa
Fe at midnight.
Baby wakes up and calls to me, what
is that lonesome sound?
It echoes off the mountain,
out near the lights of town
I say, hush now,
I'll come to you, oh de woe, so tight
And rock you to the sound of the
Santa
Fe at midnight
Blowing through those
cotton fields near the
Canateo
River breaks
Past the shanty towns of old
Walrath, the
Eagle and the
Snake
Blowing across
West
Texas, rattling our home site
The music of the
Santa
Fe at midnight
I'm making love to the sound of the
Santa
Fe at midnight
Well, look where we have ended up
On the edge of the great southwest
Staring at those restless trees along
the water ditch.
And up the street the
Rio
Grande like
Egypt's old
Blue
Nile,
With a memory of the early ones who
rested here a while.
But now the freight trains and long -haul trucks,
they're passing through.
And they don't have the urge to
wink at the likes of me and you
It's all just diesel smoke, iron rail,
and a running string of lights
The music of the
Santa
Fe at midnight
Blowing through those
cotton fields near the
Canateo
River breaks
Past the shanty towns of old
Juarez, the eagle and the snake
Blowing across
West
Texas, rattling out of sight
The music of the
Santa
Fe at midnight
Making love to the sound of the
Santa
Fe at midnight
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Thank you.