| Em |
| Loaded like a freight train |
| C |
| Flyin’ like an aeroplane |
| D |
| Feelin’ like a space brain |
| Em |
| One more time to | night, look out |
| Em |
| Well, I’m a | West coast struttin’, one bad mother |
Got a rattlesnake suitcase under my arm
Said I'm a mean machine, been drinkin' gasoline
And honey you can make my motor hum
| Em |
| Well, I got | one chance left in a nine-life cat |
I got a, a dog eat dog sly smile
I got a Molotov cocktail with a match to go
| A |
| I smoke my | cigarette with style |
| Em |
| An’ I can tel | l you honey you can make my money tonight |
| Em |
| Wake up late, and honey, put on your clothes |
And take your credit card to the liquor store
| A |
| Well, that’s one for you and two for me, by to | night |
| Em |
| I’ll be | loaded like a freight train |
| C |
| Flyin’ like an aeroplane |
| D |
| Feelin’ like a space brain |
| Em |
| I’m on the | nightrain, bottoms up |
I’m on the nightrain, fill my cup
I'm on the nightrain
| C |
| Ready to crash and | burn |
| Em |
| I’m on the | nightrain, I love that stuff |
I’m on the nightrain, and I can never get enough
I'm on the nightrain
| F#m | C#m | F#m | C#m |
| A | C#m | A | C#m |
| A | C#m | A | C#m |
| A | C#m | A |
| | | |
| Em |
| Loaded like a freight train |
| C |
| Flyin’ like an aeroplane |
| D |
| Speedin’ like a space brain |
| Em | G |
| One more time to | night | |
| Em |
| I’m on the | nightrain, and I’m lookin’ for some |
| C |
| I’m on the | nightrain, so’s I can leave this slum |
| Em |
| And I’m ready to crash and | burn |
| C |
| I’m on the | nightrain, fill my cup |
| Em |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah |
| Em |
| I’m on the | nightrain, love that stuff |
| C |
| Whoa I’m on the | nightrain, I can never get enough |
| D |
| Ridin’ the | nightrain, I guess I |
| Em |
| I guess, I guess, I guess I never learn |
| Em |
| On the | nightrain, float me home |
| C |
| Ooh, I’m on the | nightrain |
| Em | C | D | Em |
| On the | nightrain | | | |
