Some folks are writin' love songs and songs about a girl Some are writin' all about the endin' of the world Some like songs of happiness and some of times of pain You can keep 'em all, I like my songs about a train Well, I don't mind a story of a man that's been through hell If he's an engineer and reachin' up to ring the bell I can take a sacred song that's serious and slow As long as in between the lines, I hear the whistle blow Well, I heard about a man whose broken heart was torn in two And everybody's got a protest song for you-know-who Well, you can keep them barroom ditties stuck inside your brain The only thing that clears 'em out is songs about a train You can spike the foot ball or you can spike the punch Burn right through your paycheck on a four-martini lunch Pourin' top-shelf liquor, might as well be cheap champagne That don't wet my whistle like a song about a train I could live without a stanza 'bout some roses bein' red And violets are just flowers when they're shriveled up and dead Well, I need more murder ballad like a bullet to the brain But I still make my livin' singin' songs about a train