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

I 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 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 could not just weep

for a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep,

sayin' a train song,

drinkin' one last round.

We made 'em leave his boots on on the day they layed 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