Play A Train Song - Robert Earl Keen

A smokin', long black Cadillac;

the engine’s winding down

He parked it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole damn town

I saw him talking to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke

Through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and Coke

«Say 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

He laughed a little bit louder as he yelled 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 am a runaway locomotive, out of my one-track mind

Play a train song, play a train song

I got this old black leather jacket, got this pack of Marlboro reds

Got this stash here in my pocket, got these thoughts in my own head

I’m gonna run until I have to walk, until I have to crawl

Got this moment that I’m living in and nothing else at all

In the television blizzard lights, we looked around his place

A little cold beer on his 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 laughing in his sleep

Singing a train song, pour him one last round

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, play a train song