Texty: Cannon Melonie. Nobody Hops A Train Anymore.

Written by Harley Allen & Leslie Satcher
©1996 Ocean Bound Music/Ensign Music Corp. (BMI)/
Song Island Pub./EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI)

Well she picked up her feet
She picked up her heart
She picked up the moonlight,
right around dark
She made a break,
when she made that train
Took a free ride on the Santa Fe

Nobody hops a train anymore
Nobody hops a train anymore

Well she wound up in Phoenix,
in a cheap motel
Scared to death but mad as hell
At an Indian man with a white man?s line

She said ?I won?t be no squaw this time?

Nobody hops a train anymore
Nobody hops a train anymore

She got away in the middle of the night
With a buffalo robe,
and his daddy?s peace pipe

She?s the hottest thing you?ve ever seen
She?s everywhere on the talk TV
Got a best selling book all the women love
Called Husbands, Trains and Indian Stuff

Nobody hops a train anymore