Rosanne Cash
Rosanne Cash - My Baby Thinks He's A Train lyrics
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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 Oh, 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 'til he unwinds 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