Its three a.m. in the morning
The train whistle is blowin
It sounds like some lonesome song got in my soul, in my soul
My baby split the blanket he wont be back no more
My baby thinks hes a train
He makes his whistle stop, then hes gone again
Sometimes its hard on a poor girls brain, a poor girls brain
Im tellin you, boys, my baby thinks hes a train.
Locomotions the way he moves.
He drags me round just like an old caboose
Im tellin you, girls, that mans insane
My baby thinks hes a train
Choo, choo aint just some train sound
Its the noise that you hear when my baby hits town
With his long hair flyin, man, hes hard to take
What you sposed to do when your baby thinks hes a train?
He eats money like a train eats coal
He burns it up and leaves you in the smoke
If you wanna catch a ride, you wait till he unwinds he might unwind – spoken
Hes just like a train, he always gives some tramp a ride
Locomotions the way he moves
He drags me round just like an old caboose
Im tellin you, girls, that mans insane
My baby thinks hes a train