Some folks are writing love songs and songs about a girlSome are writing all about the ending of the worldSome like songs of happiness and some of times of painYou can keep them all, I like my songs about a trainI'm on a choo choo rolling, never coming backOn the choo choo rolling, that's my kind of trackWell, I don't mind a story of a man that's been through hellIf he's an engineer and reaching up to ring the bellI can take a sacred song that's serious and slowAs long as in between the lines, I hear the whistle blowI'm on a choo choo rolling, never coming backOn the choo choo rolling, that's my kind of trackWell, I heard about a man whose broken heart was torn in twoAnd everybody's got a protest song for you know whoWell, you can keep them borrowed ditties stuck inside your brainThe only thing that clears 'em out are songs about a trainI'm on a choo choo rolling, never coming backOn the choo choo rolling, that's my kind of trackWell, you can spike the football, or you can spike the punchBurn right through your paycheck on a four-martini lunchPouring top-shelf liquor might as well be cheap champagneThat don't wet my whistle like a song about a trainI'm on a choo choo rolling, never coming backOn the choo choo rolling, that's my kind of trackI could live without a stanza 'bout some roses being redAnd violets are just flowers when they're shriveled up and deadWell, I need a murder ballad like a bullet to the brainBut I still make my living singing songs about a trainI'm on a choo choo rolling, never coming backOn the choo choo rolling, that's my kind of trackI'm on that choo choo rolling, never coming backOn the choo choo rolling, that's my kind of track
