Train Song If you're list'nin', you can hear her comin', Blowin' long in strong delight. 'Cause she's long and she's black and she's southern, Gonna carry me to Texas tonight. And I'm stoned, alone and horny, Got nobody by my side. I know a lanky southern lady though, Gonna carry me for a midnight ride. And she'll sing for you, and she sings for me. She sings so sweetly. She's the Santa Fe. Should it get late on the way and I get sleepy, Gotta change trains twice in the night, Lay my head 'tween her breasts and she'll keep me. "Pleasant dreams, Steven. You sleep tight." And she's known in the finest directories, Soothin' to some I suspect. If you find her the least bit neglected, Stop and show her the proper respect. And she'll sing for you, and she sings for me. She sings so sweetly. She's the Santa Fe. You gotta stop and change trains at La Junta. Let El Capitan into the race. Out for a beer I go. Back at the depot, you know, I'm the only screamin' freek in the place. I see the light on the rails come shinin'. I hear the whistle breakin' into a moan. Southern lady's got my luggage. I'm just another train closer to home. And she'll sing for you, and she sings for me. She sings so sweetly. She's the Santa Fe. You bide your time in Newton, Kansas. I'll introduce you to a friend of mine. The Texas Chief is gonna be your salvation. You gotta crawl upon her rollin' behind. 'Cause she runs from Chicago to Houston, Turn around an' carry you back again. She does it three times a week. She's long, black, an' sweet. You ride her once, you're gonna ride her again. And she'll sing for you, and she sings for me. She sings so sweetly. She's the Santa Fe. ©1995, Highside Music (ASCAP)