| Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad line
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| How much farther back did she get off?
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| Old brown suitcase that she carried, I’ve looked for it everywhere
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| It just ain’t here among the rest and I’m a little upset
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| Yes, tell me Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad line
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| I know she got on in Baltimore
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| A hundred and ten miles ain’t much distance, but
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| It sure do make a difference, I don’t think she loves me anymore
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| I warned her of the dangers, don’t speak to strangers
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| If by chance she find new romance, warmer lips to kiss her
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| Arms to hold her tighter, stirring new fires inside her
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| How I wish that it was me instead of he that stands beside her
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| Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad line
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| I know she got on in Baltimore
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| A hundred and ten miles ain’t much distance
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| But it sure do make a difference, I don’t think she loves me anymore
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| No, I don’t think she loves me anymore
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| I don’t think she loves me anymore
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| Songwriter: Roger Miller |