Well I'm an angry man, I sing an angry song,
Tell you honey it won't be long,
Well I'll pack my bags, get outa here,
With my guitar and a case o' beer.
Well I'm goin' north and I'm goin' south,
Tell you honey, better shut you're mouth,
Well I'll kick your head from here to hell,
You better know I can do it well.
[Chorus:]
Midnight train, ramblin', ramblin',
All night long I'm a-gamblin', gamblin',
Losin' all my money well it really is funny, hon.
Midnight train, ramblin', ramblin',
All night long I'm a-gamblin', gamblin',
Tell you what'n baby well you better be movin' on.
Well I really don't know where I'm goin' for sure,
Ain't got a map, and it ain't no tour,
I'm just headin' out for the open sky,
Who knows? Might even die.
Well don't you worry your pretty little head,
I never give a damn what I did or said.
That's why I'm packin' to leave this place,
Can't stand look at your cheatin' face.
[Chorus]
Well you treated me like a little boy,
And you played around like I was a toy.
I guess you thought I'd have the blues,
Look who's cryin', guess you lose.
[Chorus 3x]
It's about that time, better be movin' on.
Get outa here, you better be movin' on.
Well that's all she wrote, you better be movin' on.
