she got up early to board the train,
dragged her bag through the pouring rain
and the note said, never again
that trains set and bound to go,
but im five miles from the depot
and this race, ill never win
shes riding on that train alone,
it took like she was its own
nothing left now but empty tracks
as i stare off down them shiny rails,
that whistle gives a lonesome wail
its up to me now, to bring her back
well i guess by now shes outta state,
and im a little bit runnin late
i wish i had a faster car
if i ever bring her back,
ill dy namite those railroad tracks
and never go near another bar
yeah i gotta stop this speeding train,
gotta stop this bleeding pain
shes got leavin in her head,
shes got leavin in her head
shes got leavin in her head,
and my heart in her hands
