| Midnight in Montgomery
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| Silver Eagle, lonely road
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| I was on my way to Mobile
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| For a big New Year’s Eve show
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| Stopped for just a minute
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| To see a friend outside of town
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| Put my collar up, I found his name
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| And felt the wind die down
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| Then a drunk man in a cowboy hat
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| Took me by surprise
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| Wearin' shiny boots, a Nudie suit, and haunting, haunted eyes
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| He said, «friend, it’s good to see you
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| It’s nice to know you care»
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| Then the wind picked up and he was gone
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| Or was he ever really there
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| 'Cause it’s midnight in Montgomery
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| Just hear that whippoorwill
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| See the stars light up the purple sky
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| Feel that lonesome chill
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| 'Cause when the wind is right
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| You’ll hear his song
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| Smell whiskey in the air
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| Midnight in Montgomery
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| He’s always singin' there
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| Well, I climbed back on that Eagle
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| Took one last look around
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| Red tail lights, shadow moves slowly 'cross the ground
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| And off somewhere a midnight train is slowly passin' by
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| I can hear that whistle moanin'
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| I’m so lonesome I could cry
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| 'Cause it’s Midnight in Montgomery
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| Just hear that whippoorwill
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| See the stars light up the purple sky
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| Feel that lonesome chill
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| 'Cause when the wind is right
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| You’ll hear his song
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| Smell whiskey in the air
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| Midnight in Montgomery
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| He’s always singin' there
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| He’s always singin' there
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| Well, Hank’s always singin' there |