He slammed the door, Roared out the drive Yellin' he was sick and Tired of trying I was standing in the kitchen shakin' Countin' all the blues i'd made And felling kind of guilty For our fightin' He said that he was shootin' through He; d take the train back to barcoo That's why i'm out here On the highway flying CHORUS Chasin' the train got to get that fella back again Chasin' the train i'm gonna slow that diesel down Cut him off at bordertown There up a head silver and black racin' my heart down the track Next stop i'll be waiting at the station I'm gonna haul him off that thing Kiss him so hard it'll sting Make up for the time that we've been wasting CHORUS He said that he was shooting through He'd tack the train back to bacoo I love that fool so much it's frightening CHORUS.