Five miles long in the pouring rain
Rolling out of Detroit loaded up with shiny cars
And I'm sitting in a Cadillac smoking on a big cigar
What I feel's like an engine room
Open my door get A whiff of perfume
Look at that diesel burning up the atmosphere
When you hear me blow honey babe know I'm near
Chorus:
Well I'm going down to Lincoln town
Turn your pretty little head around
Take the next train outward bound
Carry you out of Lincoln town
I'm gettin' on my home is with you
There ain't no town or city will do
I need a rolling partner to carry me down the line
And I'm a-comin' into Lincoln town baby right on time
Well love is like an automobile
Or maybe a freight train depends on how you feel
Big wheels rolling baby til that engine whines
On rubber or steel honey baby I don't mind
Chorus
When you see that old black smoke
You know it's time to pack you a poke
Meet me at the station about a quarter to nine
You can ride in my Cadillac or honey you can rack the blinds
Chorus twice
Well I'm going down to Lincoln town
Turn your pretty little head around
Take the next train southward bound
Carry you out of Lincoln town
What I feel is like an old freight train Five miles long in the pouring rain Rolling out of Detroit loaded up with shiny cars And I'm sitting in a Cadillac smoking on a big cigar What I feel's like an engine room Open my door get A whiff of perfume Look at that diesel burning up the atmosphere When you hear me blow honey babe know I'm near Chorus: Well I'm going down to Lincoln town Turn your pretty little head around Take the next train outward bound Carry you out of Lincoln town I'm gettin' on my home is with you There ain't no town or city will do I need a rolling partner to carry me down the line And I'm a-comin' into Lincoln town baby right on time Well love is like an automobile Or maybe a freight train depends on how you feel Big wheels rolling baby til that engine whines On rubber or steel honey baby I don't mind Chorus When you see that old black smoke You know it's time to pack you a poke Meet me at the station about a quarter to nine You can ride in my Cadillac or honey you can rack the blinds Chorus twice Well I'm going down to Lincoln town Turn your pretty little head around Take the next train southward bound Carry you out of Lincoln town Explain Request ×
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