My Baby Thinks He's A Train - Rosanne Cash

作词：L. Preston

作曲：L. Preston

It's three a m in the morning

The train whistle is blowing

It sounds like some lonesome song got in my soul

In my soul

My baby split blank and he won't be back no more

My baby thinks he's a train

He makes his whistle stop then he's gone again

Sometimes it's hard on a poor girl's brain

A poor girl's brain

I'm telling you boys my baby thinks he's a train

Locomotion's the way he moves

He drags me round just like an old caboose

I'm telling you girls that man's insane

My baby thinks he's a train

Choo choo rages on train sound

It's the noise that you hear when my baby hits town

With his long hair flying man he's hard to take

What you s'posed to do

When your baby thinks he's 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

My wings

He's just like a train

He always gives some tramp a ride

Locomotion's the way he moves

He drags me round just like an old caboose

I'm telling you girls that man's insane

My baby thinks he's a train