Todd Snider - Play a train song

^GSmokin long black Cadillac, ^Dengine’s windin down ^EmParked it up on the sidewalk li^Cke he owned the whole damn town I'd hear him ^Gtalkin to some ^Dchick through a ^Gthick ghost of ^Csmoke Through a ^Gthicker haze of southern c^Domfort and coke He'd say girl you’r^Ge hotter than the hinges han^Dgin off the gates of hell ^EmDon’t be afraid to turn to me baby^C if a he don't treat you well And by ^Ghe he meant ^Dme s^Go I laughed and I shook his h^Cand ^GHe'd laugh a little bit louder as he would ^Dyell up at the band

^GPlay a train song, ^Dpour me one more round ^EmMake’em leave my boots on on th^Ce day they lay me down I am a ^Grunaway l^Docomotive ^Gout of my one track ^Cmind And I’^Gm lookin for any kind o^Df trouble that I ca^Gn find

^GI got this old black leather jacket, got this ^Dpack of Marlboro reds I got this s^Emtash here in my pocket, got these th^Coughts in my own head I got to ^Grun until I^D’ve got walk o^Gr until I got t^Co crawl At this ^Gmoment that I’m in right now an^Dd nothin else a^Gt all

^GPlay a train song, ^Dpour me one more round ^EmMake’em leave my boots on on th^Ce day they lay me down I am a ^Grunaway l^Docomotive ^Gout of my one track ^Cmind And I’^Gm lookin for any kind o^Df trouble that I ca^Gn find

^GAnd the television blizzard lights we ^Dlooked around his place We found him ^Emcold there on the sofa a little ^Csmile across his face And though I ^Gtried with all my ^Dsadness ^Gsomehow I could never ^Cweep For a ^Gman who looked to me like he died ^Dlaughin in his sleep

Singin a ^Gtrain song, ^Ddrinkin one last round ^EmWe made’em leave his boots on on th^Ce day they laid him down He was a ^Grunaway ^Dlocomotive ^Gout of his one track ^Cmind ^GPlay a train ^Csong ^GPlay a train ^Csong ^GPlay a train^D s^Gong