Letras
Smokin' long black Cadillac
Engine whinin' out
Park it up on the sidewalk
As if he had 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 the hinges
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 would laugh and I shook his hand
He'd laugh a little bit louder
As he would yell up at that band
Play a train song
Pour me one more round
Make 'em leave my boots on
On the day they lay me down
Oh, hear me run away
A locomotive
Out of my one track mind
Lookin' 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 a stash here in my pocket
I got these thoughts in my own head
The right to run until I've gotta walk
Until I've gotta crawl
I got this moment that I am in right now
With nothing else at all
Play a train song
Pour me one more round
Make 'em leave my boots on
On the day that they lay me down
I am a runaway
A locomotive
Out of my one track mind
In the television blizzard light
Looking around his place
Found him cold there on his sofa
A little smile across his face
And though I've tried with all of my sadness
I've still never weeped
Old man who looked to me like he'd died
Laughin' in his sleep
Singing a train song
Drinkin' one last round
Made him leave his boots on
On the day they laid him down
He was a runaway
A locomotive
He was out of his one track mind