Matraca Berg That Train Don't Run
He ran hard, he ran fast A fallen angel on a weekend pass Never looked forward, never looked back A blaze of glory down a one way track I hear the whistle I hear the rumble And at two a.m. outside my door Must be your memory Rattlin' the shutters That train don't run by here no more Oh yeah, we were rollin' in the wild, wild days He kept on going and I changed my ways Now I'm a good girl, I do what's right Still sometimes in the middle of the night I hear the whistle I hear the rumble And at two a.m. outside my door Must be your memory Rattlin' the shutters That train don't run by here no more I lie and listen to the last boxcar Sweet dreams baby, wherever you are Wherever you are Yeah, I hear the whistle I hear the rumble And at two a.m. outside my door Must be your memory Rattlin' the shutters That train don't run by here no more No more No more That train don't run That train don't run by here no more