Текст, перевод и аккорды “Midnight Train”
- Now listen just a minute while I sing this song, Dont you worry baby it wont take long. Im just about ready to draw the line, So dont be surprised if I leave this time. Well Im goin north and Im goin south Dont want no more of your lyin mouth. Im hittin the road, gonna ring some bells, Better know I can do it well. Chorus: Midnight train, ramblin ramblin All night long Im gamblin, gamblin Been losin all my money and it really is funny, umm badda dum. Midnight train, ramblin ramblin Al night Im gamblin, gamblin Well tell you what baby, well you better be movin on. Well I really dont know where Im goin for sure, Aint gotta map, it aint no tour. Just headin out to the open sky, Who knows, might even die. Well dont you worry your pretty little head cause you never gave a dang what I did or said. Thats why Im packin to leave this place Cant stand to look at your cheatin face. Chorus Well you treated me like a little boy And played around like I was a toy. Guess you thought Id have the blues, Look whose cryin, guess you lose. Chorus (twice) Its about that time, better be movin on Midnight train (version from "missing links, vol. 3") 1: well Im an angry man, I sing an angry song, Tell you honey it wont be long, Well Ill pack my bags, get outa here, With my guitar and a case o beer. Well Im goin north and Im goin south, Tell you honey, better shut youre mouth, Well Ill kick your head from here to hell, You better know I can do it well. Chorus: midnight train, ramblin, ramblin, All night long Im a-gamblin, gamblin, Losin all my money well it really is funny, hon. Midnight train, ramblin, ramblin, All night long Im a-gamblin, gamblin, Tell you whatn baby well you better be movin on. 2: well I really dont know where Im goin for sure, Aint got a map, and it aint no tour, Im just headin out for the open sky, Who knows? might even die. Well dont you worry your pretty little head, I never give a damn what I did or said. Thats why Im packin to leave this place, Cant stand look at your cheatin face. Chorus: (repeat) 3: well you treated me like a little boy, And you played around like I was a toy. I guess you thought Id have the blues, Look whos cryin, guess you lose. Chorus: (repeat) Chorus: midnight train, rambling, rambling, All night long Im gambling, gambling. Losing all my money, well it really aint so funny, hon. Midnight train, rambling, rambling, All night long Im gambling, gambling. Tell you whatn baby, well you better be moving on. Chorus: (repeat) Chorus: its about that time, better be movin on. Get outa here, you better be movin on. Well thats all she wrote, you better be movin on. Source: mark atkins (by ear)
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