Sitting on the dock at Union Station
Waiting on the pride of the Indian nation
Fastest thing on metal wings or wheels
People come from all directions
Just to see their own reflections
In a thousand tons of polished steel
They say, "Hey conductor, does this train go to Texas
With a hoot and a holler all the way down to San Antone?"
They say, "Hey conductor, does this train go to Texas
I got a dime and a dollar and a one-way ticket home"
Whistle whine when the brakeman pull it
See her flying like a silver bullet
Past the houses through the sleepy hills
Blackjack oak and red dust rising
Scarlet sun on the blue horizon
Hear the lonesome call of the whippoorwill
He says, "Hey conductor, does this train go to Texas
With a hoot and a holler all the way down to San Antone?"
He says, "Hey conductor, does this train go to Texas
I got a dime and a dollar and a one-way ticket home"
Kids come out their eyes a-popping
Young men running, old men hopping
When they hear the mighty engine roar
Lords a-leaping, bands a-playing
Ladies dancing, hound dogs baying
Passengers and hopefuls by the score
They say, "Hey conductor, does this train go to Texas
With a hoot and a holler all the way down to San Antone?"
They say, "Hey conductor, does this train go to Texas
I got a dime and a dollar and a one-way ticket home"
Now baby, I would beg or borrow
Hock my own best boots tomorrow
Just to git up on that train and go
Kings and beggars, saints and villains
You and me and all god's chillen'
Ponca City to the Gulf of Mexico
We say, "Hey conductor, does this train go to Texas
With a hoot and a holler all the way down to San Antone?"
We say, "Hey conductor, does this train go to Texas?
I got a dime and a dollar and a one-way ticket home"
I got a dime and a dollar and a one-way ticket home"