Headed for the station with a pack on my back,
Tired of transportation in the back of a hack.
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack,
And hear the lonesome whistle,
See the smoke from the stack,
Pal around with democratic fellows named Mack,
So, take me right back to the track, Jack
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch? boogie,
Woo-woo, woo-woo ch? boogie.
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch? boogie,
Take me right back to the track, Jack.
Reached my destination, but alas & alack,
I need some compensation to get back in the black.
I take the morning paper from the top of the stack,
And read the situation from the front to the back.
The only job that?s open takes a man with a knack,
So put it right back in the rack, Jack.
Well, I hum to the rhythm of the railroad track,
And lead the life of Riley in a beaten-down shack.
And when I hear the whistle,
I can peep through the crack,
And watch the train a?-rollin?
While she?s ballin? the jack.
You know I love the rhythm of the clickety clack.
So take me right back to the track.