Engine, engine, number nine
Coming down the railroad line
How much farther back did she get off?
Old brown suitcase that she carried,
I've looked for it everywhere,
it just ain't here among the rest,
and I'm a little upset, yes, tell me,
engine, engine number nine,
comin' down the railroad line.
I know she got on in Baltimore
A hundred and ten
miles ain't much distance
But it sure do make a difference
I don't think she loves me anymore
I warned her of dangers
Don't speak to strangers,
did by chance she find new romance
Warmer lips to kiss her,
arms to hold her tighter
Stirring new fires inside her
How I wish that it was me
instead of he that
stands be side her
Engine, engine, number nine
Coming down the railroad line
I know she got only Baltimore
A hun dred and ten
miles ain't much distance
Let's try to make a difference
I don't think she loves me anymore
No, I don't think
she loves me anymore
I don't think she loves me,
I don't think she loves me anymore