Look at that headlight shining through the rain Well, it must be that old Santa Fe freight train Yeeeh Im standing on saltillo tile on an old adobe porch Across the street the Baptist church, Gods own neon torch With my baby sleeping safe inside, Im the shadow shes 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 ?Canatior? 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 Egypts old Blue Nile With the memory of the early ones who rested here a while But now the freight trains and the long haul trucks, theyre passin through They dont have the urge to wink at the likes of me and you Its 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 Canatior 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
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