| In a two room trailer down by the tracks on the edge of a Tennessee town
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| Jesse Clay lived with his lady and a one eyed Redbone hound
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| And every night at 12:05 he’d hear that whistle whine
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| And Jesse knew the train from Chattanooga was comin' by on time
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| And we all knew old Jesse Clay got mean when he drank too much
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| And Jesse’s lady wore the scars of his not too gentle touch
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| And Jesse knocked her down one night just for bustin' a bottle of gin
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| She hit her head when she hit the floor and she never got up again
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| Now Jesse Clay was crazy scared when he saw her lyin' still
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| He took his lady in his arms and he carried her up the hill
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| He’s laid her down on a railroad track just an hour ahead of the train
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| And Jesse knew that soon the 12:05 would take the blame
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| And then he went to town and he waited around till he thought the time was right
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| And he told the law how the 12:05 had taken his lady’s life
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| The sheriff just looked at Jesse hard, said you better tell the truth this time
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| Because the 12:05 just jumped the track about 10 miles up the line
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| And no one knows what caused the train to leave the tracks that night
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| It never happened before or since but it served old Jesse right
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| You can still hear the train whistle whine as it passes by this way
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| But the 12:05 won’t ever take the blame for Jesse Clay
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| No, the 12:05 won’t ever take the blame for Jesse Clay |