A smoke, a 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 a hinge 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 laughed and I shook his hand. He'd laugh 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, outta my one track mind, and I'm 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 gotta walk or until I 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, outta my one track mind. In the television blizzard lights I looked around this place. I found a cold beer on the sofa, a little smile across his face, and though I tried with all of my sadness, somehow I could not just weep for a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep, sayin' a train song, drinkin' 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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com