MOG

Yes tell me, engine, engine number 9, comin' down the railroad line

I warned her of the dangers, don’t speak to strangers

But it sure do make a difference, I don’t think she loves me anymore

How I wish that it was me instead of he just stands beside her
I know she got on in Baltimore, 110 miles ain't much distance
Engine, engine number 9, comin' down the railroad line
Arms to hold her tighter, steering new vibes inside her
Old brown suite case that she carried, I’ve looked for it everywhere
No, I don’t think she loves me anymore, I don’t think she loves me
I know she got on in Baltimore a 110 miles ain't much distance
It just ain't here among the rest and I’m a little upset
Did by chance she find a romance? Warmer lips to kiss her?
But it sure do make a difference, I don’t think she loves me anymore