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
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've 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 just could not weep
For a man who looked to me
Like he died laughin' in his sleep

Singin' a train song
Drinkin' 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

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Todd Snider