The evening is lonesome babe and the dead of night is cruel

And I recall all the things we done you know I'm always loving you

Sometimes I think that my train done gone the way all old things must do

Yet I still wait for its return just like I still wait for you

And I still hear that old whippoorwill I've seen the ghost of a midnight train

And I still love to walk alone down by the old Union station in the rain



Now I don't know where you are tonight but I feel you cross the miles

And I'm still standing there inside your mind just behind your pretty smile

Hey babe can't you hear...

Down by the old Montgomery station in the rain