(Joe Ely)



I came into Atlanta

Dreamin' of Lorraine

Came so tired of ridin'

Cross the Savanna Plain

Still feel the wheels a-rollin'

Feel them just the same

Steel wheels still a-rollin'

On a long night train.





She met me at the station

Took me to her room

Was a time of meeting

Was a risin' moon.

Angels set the table

With candles and beer.

Heard that midnight train moan

Miles away from here.



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Lay me down a pallet,

Lay it soft and low.

Lorraine lay beside me,

Sad I had to go.



Gypsy boy I traveled with

Played his old guitar.

We watched that candle flicker

Like some low morning star



But the time to part must always come

Time the bells must ring.

Time for lovers to say goodnight

I'll see you in my dreams.



Time to part must always come

Time when trade-winds sing.

Time to hit the road again

Time for travelin'.