ENGINE, ENGINE NUMBER NINE
(Roger Miller © 1965)

Engine, engine number nine,
Coming down the railroad line,
How much farther back did she get off?
Old brown suitcase that she carried,
I've looked for it ev'rywhere. It
Just ain't here among the rest and
I'm a little upset, yes. Tell me,

(Chorus:)
Engine, engine number nine,
Coming down the railroad line,
I know she got on in Baltimore.
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance,
But it sure do make a diff'rence;
I don't think she loves me anymore.

I warned her of all the dangers:
Don't speak to strangers.
Did by chance she find a romance,
Warmer lips to kiss her,
Arms to hold her tighter,
Stirring new fires inside her?
How I wish that it was me
Instead of he that stands beside her.

(Repeat chorus; repeat last line of chorus.)
JTD