ENGINE, ENGINE NUMBER NINE

Engine, Engine No. 9, 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 No. 9, coming down the railroad line
I know she got on in Baltimore
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance;
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 No. 9, coming down the railroad line,
I know she got on in Baltimore.
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance;
It sure do make a difference--I don't think she loves me anymore.

No, I don't think she loves me anymore
I don't think she loves me anymore