My Baby Thinks He's A Train

It's three a.m. in the morning
 The train whistle is blowin'
 It sounds like some lonesome song got in my soul, in my soul
 My baby split the blanket he won't be back no more
 My baby thinks he's a train
 He makes his whistle stop, then he's gone again
 Sometimes it's hard on a poor girl's brain, a poor girl's brain
 I'm tellin' you, boys, my baby thinks he's a train.
 Locomotion's the way he moves.
 He drags me 'round just like an old caboose
 I'm tellin' you, girls, that man's insane
 My baby thinks he's a train
 Choo, choo ain't just some train sound
 It's the noise that you hear when my baby hits town
 With his long hair flyin', man, he's hard to take
 What you s'posed to do when your baby thinks he's a train?
 He eats money like a train eats coal
 He burns it up and leaves you in the smoke
 If you wanna catch a ride, you wait till he unwinds (he might unwind - spoken)
 He's just like a train, he always gives some tramp a ride
 Locomotion's the way he moves
 He drags me 'round just like an old caboose
 I'm tellin' you, girls, that man's insane
 My baby thinks he's a train