Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad lineHow much farther back did she get off?Old brown suitcase that she carried, I've looked for it everywhereIt just ain't here among the rest and I'm a little upsetYes, tell me Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad lineI know she got on in BaltimoreA hundred and ten miles ain't much distance, butIt sure do make a difference, I don't think she loves me anymoreI warned her of the dangers, don't speak to strangersIf by chance she find new romance, warmer lips to kiss herArms to hold her tighter, stirring new fires inside herHow I wish that it was me instead of he that stands beside herEngine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad lineI know she got on in BaltimoreA hundred and ten miles ain't much distanceBut it sure do make a difference, I don't think she loves me anymoreNo, I don't think she loves me anymoreI don't think she loves me anymoreSongwriter: Roger Miller
