I been thinkin bout my baby
Not the one upon my knee
I been thinkin bout my honey
How she is sweet as she can be
I been thinkin bout my gorgeous
And the turning of these leaves

I'm so glad she's the one that fell for me


I been thinkin bout my baby
Not the one I have to feed
I been thinkin bout my honey
The one who's always feeding me
I been thinkin bout my gorgeous
And what a sight she is to see

I can't believe she's the one here next to me


Well I been thinking for so long
that the words all come out wrong
Leaving me with half thoughts piled up like rail cars
in this train wreck of a song
I hope she sees just what I mean
Through all this smoke and all this steam
Cause I will click clack on down the track
Til my metaphors can get me back to what I really mean


Is that I'm thinkin bout my baby
Sitting in my shotgun seat
I been thinkin bout my honey
Riding with me on my steed
I been thinkin bout my gorgeous
and how absurd it does seem
that she chose to make her man outta me


Well I been thinking for so long
that the words all come out wrong
Leaving me with half thoughts piled up like rail cars
in this train wreck of a song
I hope she sees just what I mean
Through all this smoke and all this steam
Cause I will click clack on down the track
Til my metaphors can get me back to what I really mean


I been thinkin bout you baby
Sitting right in front of me
I been thinkin bout you honey
In that front row seat
I been thinkin bout you gorgeous
And how absurd it does seem
that you chose to make your man outta me

that you chose to make your man outta me