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It's three a.m. in the morning |
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The train whistle is blowin' |
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It sounds like some lonesome song got in my soul, in my soul |
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My baby split blank and he won't be back no more |
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My baby thinks he's a train |
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He makes his whistle stop, then he's gone again |
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Sometimes it's hard on a poor girl's brain, a poor girl's brain |
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I'm tellin' you, boys, my baby thinks he's a train. |
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Locomotion's the way he moves. |
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He drags me 'round just like an old caboose |
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I'm tellin' you, girls, that man's insane |
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My baby thinks he's a train |
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Choo, choo rages on, train sound |
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It's the noise that you hear when my baby hits town |
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With his long hair flyin', man, he's hard to take |
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What you s'posed to do when your baby thinks he's a train? |
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He eats money like a train eats coal |
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He burns it up and leaves you in the smoke |
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If you wanna catch a ride, you wait till he unwinds |
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He's just like a train, he always gives some tramp a ride |
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Locomotion's the way he moves |
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He drags me 'round just like an old caboose |
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I'm tellin' you, girls, that man's insane |
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My baby thinks he's a train |
