Play a Train Song Lyrics
| Song | Play a Train Song |
| Artist | Todd Snider |
| Album | East Nashville Skyline |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Snider | |
| A smokin' 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 the hinges | |
| Hanging off the gates of hell | |
| Don'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 laughed 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, out of my one track mind | |
| And I'm a-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've gotta walk | |
| Or until I've 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, out of my one track mind | |
| In the television, 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 of my sadness | |
| Somehow I just-a could not weep | |
| For a man who looked to me like he | |
| Died laughin' in his sleep | |
| Singin' a train song, drinkin' a-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 |
| zuo ci : Snider | |
| A smokin' 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 the hinges | |
| Hanging off the gates of hell | |
| Don' t be afraid to turn to me, babe | |
| Ifa 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 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, out of my one track mind | |
| And I' m alookin' 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' ve gotta walk | |
| Or until I' ve 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, out of my one track mind | |
| In the television, 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 of my sadness | |
| Somehow I justa could not weep | |
| For a man who looked to me like he | |
| Died laughin' in his sleep | |
| Singin' a train song, drinkin' aone 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 |
| zuò cí : Snider | |
| A smokin' 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 the hinges | |
| Hanging off the gates of hell | |
| Don' t be afraid to turn to me, babe | |
| Ifa 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 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, out of my one track mind | |
| And I' m alookin' 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' ve gotta walk | |
| Or until I' ve 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, out of my one track mind | |
| In the television, 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 of my sadness | |
| Somehow I justa could not weep | |
| For a man who looked to me like he | |
| Died laughin' in his sleep | |
| Singin' a train song, drinkin' aone 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 |
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