The Santa Fe Midnight

Look at that headlight shining through the rain Well, it must be that old Santa Fe freight train Yeeeh I'm standing on Salteo Tile on an old adobe porch Across the street the Baptist church, God's own neon torch With my baby sleeping 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 mountains out near the lights of town." And I say: "Hush now, I come to you an hold you oh so tight And rock you to the sound of the Santa Fe at midnight." Blowing through those cotton fields And Cana'tior river breaks Past the shanty towns of old Juarez, The eagle and the snake Blowin' 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. Whooo Well look where we have ended up on the edge of the Great South West Starin' at those restless trees along the water ditch And up the Street the Rio Grande like Egypt's old Blue Nile With the memory of the early ones who rested here a while. But now the freight trains and the log haul trucks, they're passin' through 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 And Cana'tior river breaks Past the shanty towns of old Juarez, The eagle and the snake Blowin' 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. Whooo