Train kept a rollin all night long well then it's a nighttrain
Pardon, isn't there something wrong?
There's one thing Mr T. complains about
We're so cheeky, we just left him out
No matter what we say or do - it remains the Nighttrain-Blues
It's in the middle of the night and rain's clashing on the ground
But noone thinks of our band- noone thinks of our sound
Another metaphor nobody wants to understand
writing `lyrics` s**s if you don't give a f**
No matter what we say or do - it remains the Nighttrain-Blues
Good evening my dear audience
Nightrain isn't amused
and due to that we're playing the blues
We're no f**in' railroad drivin round New Orleans
We're sounding like a night on thunder, and we're riding on the chrystal wind
The band's in despair, sodomized by our own idea
drown ourselves in chiquitas and beer
I've got no more to say - like to cry
but on the other side - let's have another try
No matter what we say or do - the Nighttrain-Blues
Good evening my dear audience
Nightrain isn't amused
and due to that we're playing the blues
We're no f**in' railroad drivin round New Orleans
We're sounding like a night on thunder, and we're riding on the chrystal wind