smokin' in a black cadillac, the engine's winding down   he parked 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 summer-comforting Coke      he'd say, "girl, you're hotter than the hinges hanging 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 laughed a little bit louder, [see the yeller past 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've been 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   to write, to run on till i gotta walk   until i've got to crawl   there's a 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      [harmonica solo]      in the television and 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 my sadness   somehow i just could not weep   for, man, it looked to me    like he died laughing in his sleep      singing a train song   drinking 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