Behind the old man's eyes
There's a story on the brain
And inside every bottle
There's the whistle of a train
A night in stir is nothing more
Than shelter from the rain
He hopped abord a westbound
Back in nineteen sixty-three
It jumped the tracks at midnight
Outside of Kankakee
No harm done, a hobo's legs
Torn off below the knees
Midnight Willie...
Won't you sing that song again
Midnight Willie...
Won't you sing that song again
He sits there in the shadows
Of the hotel Monterey
And every quarter on the step
Is ten more songs he'll play
I got no use for small change
In my pocket anyway
Midnight Willie...
Won't you sing that song again
Midnight Willie...
Won't you sing that song again
"There's nothin' more to livin', boy
Than everything you've ever done
If fate don't catch you standin' still
It'll catch you on the run
Yeah, It'll catch you on the run
Me, I'm just another settin' sun
I'm just another settin' sun..."
And when the day is over
And the town has gone to bed
He crawls down to the corner
For some juice to line his head
Running dry out on the skids
A man could wake up dead
Behind the old man's eyes
There's a story on the brain
And in that broken bottle
You can hear a westbound train
A hobo dies out on the skids
A quarter to his name
Midnight Willie...
Won't you sing that song again
Midnight Willie...
Won't you sing that song again