Locomotive Number Nine (Larry W. Jones 07/26/2009) (song#5949)

Locomotive number nine rollin’ in here right on time
Tell me, where did my darlin’ step off of your railroad line
Now, there’s one new bag I know she had, crossed in weaves of plaid
And now it grieves me to think she might be the leaving kind

Locomotive number nine rollin’ in here right on time
She got on this old Wabash line they call the Cannonball
Baltimore ain’t that far and she booked in a first class car
I’m up against a wall, I don’t think she loves me at all

(instrumetal)

I should have known better but I wrote her one last letter
And told her not to let strangers hold her when on her way
I’m the spark in her eye but maybe an old flame came by
I wish she was here at the station standing on the quay

Locomotive number nine rollin’ in here right on time
Tell me, where did my darlin’ step off of your railroad line
Now, there’s one new bag I know she had, crossed in weaves of plaid
And now it grieves me to think she might be the leaving kind
I’m up against a wall, I don’t think she loves me at all

Kingwood Kowboy