Текст песни Engine, Engine # 9 - Roger Miller

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 everywhere
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 difference
I don't think she loves me anymore

I warned her of the dangers
Don't speak to strangers
Did by chance 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 difference
I don't think she loves me anymore

I don't think she loves me anymore
I don't think she loves me
I don't think she loves me anymore