Play A Train Song

smokin' in a black cadillac, the engine's winding down

he parked it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole damn town

i'd hear him talking 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 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

he laughed 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

out of my one-track mind

and i've been 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

to write, to run on till i gotta walk

until i've got to crawl

there's a 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

out of my one-track mind

[harmonica solo]

in the television and 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 my sadness

somehow i just could not weep

for, man, it looked to me

like he died laughing in his sleep

singing a train song

drinking 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