Smokin' long black Cadillac, the engine's windin' down
He'd park it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole damn town
I'd hear him talkin' to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke
Through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and Coke
He'd say, Girl you're hotter than the hinges hangin' off the gates of Hell
Don't be afraid to turn to me, babe, if a-he don't treat you well
And by he, he meant me so I laughed and I shook his hand
He'd laugh a little bit louder as he'd yell up at the band
Chorus 1:
Play a train song, pour me one more round
Make 'em leave my boots on when they lay me into the ground
I am a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind
And I'm a-looking for any kind of trouble that I can find
I got this old black leather jacket, I got this pack of Marlboro reds
I got this stash here in my pocket, I got these thoughts in my own head
I got to run until I got to walk or until I've got to crawl
This moment that I'm in right now and nothing else at all
[ Chorus (sans the last line) ]
And the television blizzard lights we looked around his place
We found him cold there on the sofa a little smile across his face
And though I tried with all of my sadness somehow, I just a could not weep
For a man who looked to me like he died laughin in his sleep
Chorus 2:
Singin a train song, drinkin' him one last round
We made 'em leave his boots on, on the day they laid him down
He was a runaway locomotive out of his one track mind
Play a train song
Play a train song
Play a train song