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Todd Snider

Play A Train Song

 

Play A Train Song

(Album: East Nashville Skyline - 2004)


A smoking 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 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-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-looking 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 laughing in his sleep

Singing a train song, drinking a-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

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