Night Train

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 --- Night Train - Louis Prima and Sam Butera