Me train running low on soul coal

They push+pull tactics are driving me loco

They shouldn't do that no no no

They shouldn't do that



Me train running low on dream steam

They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream

And they shouldn't do that no no no

They shouldn't do that



Think I'm going south for the winter

Think I'm going mad in this hinterland

Between young and old

I'm a thirty year old puppy doing what I'm told

And I'm told there's no more coal

For the older engines

Me train running low on soul coal



Think I'm going south for the winter

Think I'm going west and my sprinter's speed

Is reduced to a crawl

My rails went straight, but straight into the wall

It's the wall on which they dash the older engines



And all my servants are leaving

Imagination gone packing

Can't find the wound from where I'm bleeding

He's just a nut and he's cracking



Hammer goes down

Brakes all scream

Me and a couple of empty carriages

Slide down hill still

Next stop bad dreamsville



Think I'm going south for the winter

Me train running low on soul coal