My Baby Thinks He's A Train

It's 3 a.m. in the mornin'

The train whistle is blowin'

It sounds like some lonesome song

Got in my soul

In my soul

My baby split blank and

He won't be back no more

My baby thinks he's a train

He makes his whistle stop

Then he's gone again

Sometimes, it's hard

On a poor girl's brain

A poor girl's brain

I'm tellin' you, boys

My baby thinks he's a train

Locomotion is the way he moves

He drags me around

Just like an old caboose

I'm tellin' you, girls

That man's insane

My baby thinks he's a train

Choo-choo rages on, train sound

It's the noise that you hear

When my baby hits town

With his long hair flyin'

Man, he's hard to take

Oh, what you s'posed to do when

Your baby thinks he's a train?

He eats money like a train eats coal

He burns it up

And leaves you in the smoke

If you wanna catch a ride

You wait 'til he unwinds

He might unwind

He's just like a train

He always gives some tramp a ride

Locomotion's the way he moves

He drags me 'round

Just like an old caboose

I'm tellin' you, girls

That man's insane

My baby thinks he's a train