My Baby Thinks He's A Train lyrics - Rosanne Cash

It's three a.m. in the morning

The train whistle is blowin'

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 tellin' 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 tellin' 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 flyin', 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

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 tellin' you, girls, that man's insane

My baby thinks he's a train