Little Jimmy's gone
Away out of the backstreets
Out of the window
To the fog and rain
Right on time
Right on time
That's why Broken Arrow
Waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow
And all the dogs are barkin'
Just before the Sunday six-bells chime, six-bells chime
And all the dogs are barkin'
Way out on the diamond-studded highway where you wander
And you roam from your retreat and view
Way over on the railroad
Tomorrow all the tipping trucks will unload together
Every scrapbook stuck with glue
And I'll stand beside you
Besi - de yo - u chi - ld
To never never never wonder why at all
No no no no no no no no
To never never wonder why at all
To never never never wonder wh - y it's gotta be
It has to be
Way across the country where the hillside mountain glide