Nobody Hops A Train Anymore

Written by Harley Allen & Leslie Satcher
1996 Ocean Bound Music/Ensign Music Corp. (BMI)/
Song Island Pub./EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI)

Well she picked up her feet
She picked up her heart
She picked up the moonlight,
right around dark
She made a break,
when she made that train
Took a free ride on the Santa Fe

Nobody hops a train anymore
Nobody hops a train anymore

Well she wound up in Phoenix,
in a cheap motel
Scared to death but mad as hell
At an Indian man with a white mans line
She said I wont be no squaw this time

Nobody hops a train anymore
Nobody hops a train anymore

She got away in the middle of the night
With a buffalo robe,
and his daddys peace pipe

Shes the hottest thing youve ever seen
Shes everywhere on the talk TV
Got a best selling book all the women love
Called Husbands, Trains and Indian Stuff

Nobody hops a train anymore