Play a Train Song (Live)

Smokin' 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

He said, "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
And he laughed a little bit louder, and then he'd yell up at the band

Play a train song, pour me one more round
Make 'em leave my boots on, on the day they lay me down
I'm a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind
And I'm a-lookin' for any kinda trouble that I can find

I got this old black leather jacket, I got the 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've gotta walk or until I've got to crawl
I got 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, on the day they lay me down
I'm a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind

In 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, you know that I have still never weep
For a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep

Singin' a train song, drinkin' a-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
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