Smokin long black catalac, engines windin down Parked it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole darn town I'd hear him talkin to some chick through a thicker haze of smoke And a thicker haze of southern comfort and coke He'd say girl your hotter than the hinges hangin of the gates of hell Con'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 Chours: PLay a train song, one more time for me Make me leave my boots on when they lay me into the ground I am a locamotive out of my one track mind And i'm lookin for any trouble that I can find (Repeat) I got this old black leather jacket, got this pack of marblo red I got this stash right here in my pocket, got my own thoughts in my head I got to run until i got walk or until i got to crawl This moment that i got right now and nothin else at all While the television was blarin we looked around his place We found him out cold with a smile cross that face And though I tried with all my saddness i could not come to cry And he looked to me like a man who died laughin in his sleep Singin a train song, drinkin one last round We made em leave his boots on when they layed deep him into the ground He was a runaway locamotive out of his one track mind Play a train song Play a train song Play a train song