Engine Engine No.9 - Maria Dallas

Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad line

How much farther back did he get off?

Old brown suitcase that he carried, I’ve looked for it everywhere

It just ain’t here among the rest and I’m a little upset

Yes, tell me Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad line

I know he got on in Baltimore

A hundred and ten miles ain’t much distance, but

It sure do make a difference, I don’t think he loves me anymore

I warned him of the dangers, don’t speak to strangers

If by chance he finds new romance, warmer lips to kiss him

Arms to hold him tighter, stirring new fires inside him

How I wish that it was me instead of she that stands beside him

Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad line

I know he got on in Baltimore

A hundred and ten miles ain’t much distance

But it sure do make a difference, I don’t think he loves me anymore

I don’t think he loves me anymore

I don’t think he loves me anymore

Oh, I don’t think he loves me anymore