| Lyrics: | I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile.
We've seen a dozen dreams in every
passing mile.
Can't begin to count the trips that she and I have made,
But I wish I had a
dollar for each time we've both been down this grade.
Chorus:
900,000 Tons Of
Steel, made to roll.
Her brakes don't work and this grade's so steep, her engine's sure to
blow.
900,000 Tons Of Steel, out of control.
She's more a roller-coaster than the train I
used to know.
It's one hell of an understatement to say she can get mean.
She's
tempermental, more a bitch than a machine.
She wasn't built to travel at the speed a rumor
flys.
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn the ties.
Chorus
Murphy sure outdone himself to pick this strech of track.
I can only hope my
luck is riding in the back.
Well I have prayed to God this ain't the death of me.
I've
done about everything but try dragging my feet.
Chorus
Ooh, ooh, I want to
go down slow.
Oooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
900,000 Tons Of Steel, out of
control.
She's more a roller-coaster than the train I used to know |
