Play a Train Song

Smokin' 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 He said, "Girl, you're hotter than the hinges hanging 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 And he laughed a little bit louder, and then he'd yell up at the band Play a train song, pour me one more round Make 'em leave my boots on, on the day they lay me down I'm a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind And I'm a-lookin' for any kinda trouble that I can find I got this old black leather jacket, I got the 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've gotta walk or until I've got to crawl I got 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, on the day they lay me down I'm a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind In 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, you know that I have still never weep For a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep Singin' a train song, drinkin' a-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