A 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 "Say girl, you're hotter than the hinges Hanging off the gates of hell Don't be afraid to turn to me, babe If-a 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'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, 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 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've gotta walk Or until I've 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, 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 Somehow I just-a could not 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 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