When I first heard this I played it continuously for three hours, cleansed myself with tears at each replaying. During the course of a lifetime, you'll have people ask you philosophical questions just so they may judge what kind of person they believe you to be. One of my all-time favorites: " What do you wish to do with your last breath?" I always give the same answer, "Laugh." Most of the time, I get a bewildered look, as if I'm the weird one. "I got this old black leather jacket, I got the pack of Marlboro Reds. I got this stash here in my pocket, I got these thoughts in my own head, the right to run until I've gotta walk or until I've got to crawl. I got this moment that I'm in right now and nothing else at all." Now I don't believe I've ever met Mr. Snider, nor the man he wrote this song about, but it does resemble someone I keep seeing in the mirror. "Play a train song, pour me one more round.Make 'em leave my boots on, on the day they lay me down. I'm a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind, and I'm a-lookin' for any kinda trouble that I can find."
Todd Snyder’s music was introduced to me by a very dear friend was recently deceased. He worked for the rail road for many years. The train song was one of my favorites. I play it now in his memory .
All of the lyrics I have found online are so wrong compared to this live version, which I think is the best... Smokin’ long black cadillac, Engine winding down. He'd park it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole damn town. I'd hear him talkin' to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke, through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and coke, Say, Girl you're hotter than the hinges hangin' off the gates of hell. Don't be afraid to turn to me babe if he don't treat you well, and by he he meant me, so I laughed and I shook his hand. He'd laugh a little bit louder as he yelled up at the band… Play a train song. Pour me one more round. Make 'em leave my boots on the day they lay me down. I am a runaway locomotive, outta my one track mind, and I'm lookin' for any kinda trouble that I can find. Got this old black leather jacket, got this pack of Marlboro Reds, got this stash here in my pocket, got these thoughts in my own head, the right to run until I’ve gotta walk, until I’ve gotta crawl. I’ve got this moment that I'm in right now and nothing else at all. Play a train song. Pour me one more round. Make 'em leave my boots on the day they lay me down. I am a runaway locomotive, outta my one track mind. In the television blizzard lights, we looked around his place. Found him cold there on the sofa, a little smile across his face, and though I tried with all of my sadness, somehow I could not just could not weep for a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep. Singing a train song. Drinkin' one last round. We made 'em leave his boots on on the day that they laid him down. He was a runaway locomotive out of his one track mind. Play a train song Play a train song Play a train…
When I first heard this I played it continuously for three hours, cleansed myself with tears at each replaying.
During the course of a lifetime, you'll have people ask you philosophical questions just so they may judge what kind of person they believe you to be. One of my all-time favorites: " What do you wish to do with your last breath?" I always give the same answer, "Laugh." Most of the time, I get a bewildered look, as if I'm the weird one.
"I got this old black leather jacket, I got the pack of Marlboro Reds. I got this stash here in my pocket, I got these thoughts in my own head, the right to run until I've gotta walk or until I've got to crawl. I got this moment that I'm in right now and nothing else at all."
Now I don't believe I've ever met Mr. Snider, nor the man he wrote this song about, but it does resemble someone I keep seeing in the mirror.
"Play a train song, pour me one more round.Make 'em leave my boots on, on the day they lay me down. I'm a runaway locomotive out of my one track mind, and I'm a-lookin' for any kinda trouble that I can find."
Great song...please keep them coming!
Play this at my funeral fr 🙏
We got this moment that we are in right now, and nothing else at all.....
He tell so funny stuff. That Bill Elliot tale is funny. Thanks
Todd Snyder’s music was introduced to me by a very dear friend was recently deceased. He worked for the rail road for many years. The train song was one of my favorites. I play it now in his memory .
Takes me back to my dad. Miss my train mechanic daddy everyday.... 46 years now, and anything train makes my heart race for my dearly missed father.
my condolences i used to hop trains to get to places but im too old for that now much love for your dad
Sorry man. I lost my dad four years ago, and this song is one of the last messages he sent me.
Man, this song got me. Makes me think of a dude I lost a while back.
Todd Snider Rules!!
I love you Todd Snider !❤❤❤
Todd always helps. Even when it hurts it helps.
The imagery in this song is so intense it cuts right into me like a razor. Love the Steve Earl cover too.
Todd wins-- Best songwriter ever.
Perfectly crafted. Amazing tribute to his Friend.
Great song reminds me of darker times and old friends when I was on that train myself
one of my favs
Todd Snider is an acquired taste. If you don't like Todd, go acquire some taste...
+Frank Wiley That is the God's Honest Truth!!!!!! One of the Best!
took 50 years to acquire some taste. THANK YOU
agreed...Jason Isbell's cover is a little more "accessible" haha
He is great I listen to him every day
All of the lyrics I have found online are so wrong compared to this live version, which I think is the best...
Smokin’ long black cadillac,
Engine winding down.
He'd park it up on the sidewalk
like he owned the whole damn town.
I'd hear him talkin' to some chick
through a thick ghost of smoke,
through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and coke,
Say, Girl you're hotter than the hinges
hangin' off the gates of hell.
Don't be afraid to turn to me babe
if he don't treat you well,
and by he he meant me,
so I laughed and I shook his hand.
He'd laugh a little bit louder as he
yelled up at the band…
Play a train song.
Pour me one more round.
Make 'em leave my boots on the day they lay me down.
I am a runaway locomotive,
outta my one track mind,
and I'm lookin' for any kinda trouble that I can find.
Got this old black leather jacket,
got this pack of Marlboro Reds,
got this stash here in my pocket,
got these thoughts in my own head,
the right to run until I’ve gotta walk,
until I’ve gotta crawl.
I’ve got this moment that I'm in right now and nothing else at all.
Play a train song.
Pour me one more round.
Make 'em leave my boots on the day they lay me down.
I am a runaway locomotive,
outta my one track mind.
In the television blizzard lights,
we looked around his place.
Found him cold there on the sofa,
a little smile across his face,
and though I tried with all of my sadness,
somehow I could not just could not weep
for a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep.
Singing a train song.
Drinkin' one last round.
We made 'em leave his boots on on the day that they laid him down.
He was a runaway locomotive
out of his one track mind.
Play a train song
Play a train song
Play a train…
Look up this song live at knuckle headsit will change your life
Thank you. For some reason most people don't get the rhythm of his dialect. Don't know why I get it. I'm from Louisiana...
James Hagan wa
this song might as well have been written about me. I love every line of it! and this is a great performance of it as well!
Nice story my boy
GREAT
I am sure Todd gets this all the time.
Is that Train like “Drops of Jupiter” or “Chattanooga Choo Choo”
Laughing in his sleep...
Pretty Todd
This is so fucking great ! How is this a secret?!?!
Frazz brought me here: www.gocomics.com/frazz/2007/03/25
I'm not usually a country fan, but this was lovely.
Dont know why he wont play fla
I thought this dude was for makin' you laugh...
..and not like everyone else in the car....LMAO
Dont know why he wont play fla
LUV THIS SONG!!!!