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
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 dangers
Don't
speak to strangers
Did
she find new 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.
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.
No
I don't think she loves me anymore.
I
dont think she loves me...