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 everywhere
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's short to make a tip
Friends, I don't think she loves me anymore
I warned her of dangers
Don't speak to strangers, goodbye
Chance she'd 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's short to make a difference
I don't think she loves me anymore
I don't think she loves me anymore
No, I don't think she loves me anymore
I don't think she loves me