smokin', long black Cadillac; the engine's winding down
He parked it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole [bad word] town.
I saw him talking to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke,
Through a thicker haze of [bad word] and coke.

"Say girl you're hotter than the hinges hanging off the gates of [bad word] 
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 as he yelled up at the band.

"Play a train song, pour me one more round.
Make 'em leave my boots on; on the day they lay me down.
I am [bad word] [bad word]  out of my one-track mind.
Play a train song. Play a train song. "

I got this old black leather jacket. Got this pack of Marlboro reds.
Got this stash here in my pocket. Got these thoughts in my own head.
I'm [bad word] until I have to walk, until I have to crawl.
Got this moment that I'm living in and nothing else at all.

"Play a train song, pour me one more round.
Make 'em leave my boots on; on the day they lay me down.
I am [bad word] [bad word]  out of my one-track mind.
Play a train song. Play a train song. "

(Solo)

In the television blizzard lights, we looked around his place.
little cold there on the sofa, a little smile across his face.
And though I tried with all of my sadness, somehow I just could not weep
For a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep.

Singing a train song, pour him one last round
Made 'em leave his boots on; on the day they laid him down.
He was [bad word] [bad word]  out of his one-track mind.
Play a train song. Play a train song.
Play a train song. Play a train song.