| Engine, engine number nine
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| 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.
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| I’ve looked for it ev’rywhere.
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| It just ain’t here among the rest
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| And I’m a little upset, yes… tell me Engine, engine number nine,
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| 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 diff’rence;
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| I don’t think she loves me anymore.
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| I warned her of dangers
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| Don’t speak to strangers
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| Did she find new romance
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| Warmer lips to kiss her,
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| Arms to hold her tighter,
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| Stirring new fires inside her,
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| How I wish that it was me instead
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| Of he that stands beside her.
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| Engine, engine number nine,
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| 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 diff’rence;
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| 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 dont think she loves me… |