Lyrics:

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