by Todd Snider

Smoking 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 talking to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke
Through a thicker haze of southern comfort and coke

/ G - D - / Em - C - / G D G C / G - D - /

He'd say girl you're hotter than the hinges hangin off the gates of hell
Don't be afraid, to turn to me, babe if a 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

{refrain}
Play a train song pour me one more round
Make 'em leave my boots when they lay me into the ground
I am a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind

And I'm a 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
I got to run until I got to walk or until I've got to crawl
This moment that I'm in right now and nothin else at all

{refrain}

And 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 somehow, I just a could not weep
For a man who looked to me like he died laughin in his sleep

[[ as refrain ]]
Singin a train song, drinkin him 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