It's one hell of an understatement, to say she can't be beat.
She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine.
She wasn't built to travel at speed a rumor flies.
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn the ties
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track
I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back.
Well I have pray to God this ain't the day we meet,
I've done about everything, but try dragging my feet.
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel, out of control,
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Oh, oh I want to go down slow.
Oh, oh, Oh-oh-oh
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.