Here I’m going   Walkin’ with my baby in my arms   ’Cause I am in the wrong end of the   eight-ball black   And the devil, see, he’s right   behind us,   And this worker said she’s gonna take   my little baby   My little angel back   But they won’t getcha,   ’Cause I’m right here witcha   On the Night Train      Swing low, Saint Cadillac   Tearin’ down the alley   And I’m reachin’ so high for ya,   Don’t let ’em take me back   Broken like valiums and chumps   in the rain   That cry and quiver   When a blue horizon is sleeping in   the station   With a ticket for a train,   Surely mine will deliver me there       Here she comes...   I’m safe here with you   On the Night Train   Oh mamma, mamma,   Concrete is wheeling by   Down at the end of a lullaby   On the Night Train