Matraca Berg - That Train Don't Run Lyrics
(matraca berg/gary harrison)He ran hard, he ran fastA fallen angel on a weekend passNever looked forward, never looked backA blaze of glory down a one way trackI hear the whistleI hear the rumbleAnd at two a.m. outside my doorMust be your memoryRattlin the shuttersThat train dont run by here no moreOh yeah, we were rollin in the wild, wild daysHe kept on going and I changed my waysNow Im a good girl, I do whats rightStill sometimes in the middle of the nightI hear the whistleI hear the rumbleAnd at two a.m. outside my doorMust be your memoryRattlin the shuttersThat train dont run by here no moreI lie and listen to the last boxcarSweet dreams baby, wherever you areWherever you areYeah, I hear the whistleI hear the rumbleAnd at two a.m. outside my doorMust be your memoryRattlin the shuttersThat train dont run by here no moreNo moreNo moreThat train dont runThat train dont run by here no more