| Oo, Midnight Flyer,
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| engineer, won’t you let your whistle moan.
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| Oo, Midnight Flyer,
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| I paid my dues and I feel like trav’lin' on.
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| A runaway team of horses ain’t enough to make me stay,
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| So throw your rope on another man and pull him down your way.
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| Make him into someone to take the place of me,
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| Make him every kind of fool you wanted me to be.
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| Oo, Midnight Flyer,
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| engineer, won’t you let your whistle moan.
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| Oo, Midnight Flyer,
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| I paid my dues and I feel like trav’lin' on.
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| Maybe I’ll go to Santa Fe, maybe San Antone,
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| Any town is where I’m bound any way to get me gone.
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| Don’t think about me, never let me cross your mind
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| 'cept when you hear that midnight lonesome whistle whine.
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| Oo, Midnight Flyer,
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| engineer, won’t you let your whistle moan.
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| Oo, Midnight Flyer,
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| I paid my dues and I feel like trav’lin' on.
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| Oo, Midnight Flyer,
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| engineer, won’t you let your whistle moan.
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| Oo, Midnight Flyer,
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| I paid my dues and I feel like trav’lin' on,
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| I paid my dues and I feel like trav’lin' on.
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| — Paul Craft |