Smokin long black Cadillac, the engine's windin down He'd park it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole damn town I'd here him talkin to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke Through a thicker haze of southern comfort and coke He'd say girl you're hotter than the hinges hangin 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'd laugh a little bit louder as he'd yell up at the band Chorus: Play a train, song pour me one more round Make em leave my boots when they lay me into the ground I am a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind And I'm a looking 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 this stash here in my pocket, I got these thoughts in my own head I got to run until I got to walk or until I've got to crawl This moment that I'm in right now and nothin else at all Chorus (leave off last line) And 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 Chorus 2: Singin a train song, drinkin him 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 Play a train song