| 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 ev’rywhere. |
| 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 sure do make a diff’rence; |
| I don’t think she loves me anymore. |
| I warned her of dangers |
| Don’t speak to strangers |
| Did she 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 sure do make a diff’rence; |
| I don’t think she loves me anymore. |
| No I don’t think she loves me anymore. |
| I dont think she loves me… |