Here I'm going
   Wlakin' with my baby in my arms
   'Cuz 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,
   'Cuz 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