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.