Engine, engine number nine

Coming down the railroad line

How much farther back did she get off.

Old brown suitcase that she carried.

I've looked for it ev'rywhere.

It just ain't here among the rest

And i'm a little upset, yes... tell me



Engine, engine number nine,

Coming down the railroad line,

I know she got on in baltimore.

A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance

But it sure do make a diff'rence;

I don't think she loves me anymore.



I warned her of dangers

Don't speak to strangers

Did she find new romance

Warmer lips to kiss her,

Arms to hold her tighter,

Stirring new fires inside her,

How i wish that it was me instead

Of he that stands beside her.



Engine, engine number nine,

Coming down the railroad line,

I know she got on in baltimore.

A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance

But it sure do make a diff'rence;

I don't think she loves me anymore.



No i don't think she loves me anymore.

I dont think she loves me...