A smoke, a long black cadillac,
The engine's winding 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,
Say, Girl you're hotter than a hinge
Hangin' off the gates of hell.
Don't be afraid to turn to me,
Babe, if 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:
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,
Outta my one track mind,
And I'm lookin' for any kinda 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
The right to run until I gotta walk
Or until I got to crawl
This moment that I'm in right now and nothing else at all
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,
Outta my one track mind.
In the television blizzard lights
I looked around this place.
I found a cold beer on the sofa,
A little smile across his face,
And though I tried with all of my sadness,
Somehow I could not just weep
For a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep,
Sayin' a train song,
Drinkin' one last round.
We made 'em leave his boots on on the day they layed 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