I worked for the union, on my very first communionYou know, it never ever ever ever worked out rightSo I spent the night sleeping on the railwayI worked for the foundry, it made my mind, it nearly drownedYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahIt never, it could never work out rightSo I said so long amigo, good nightSlept on the railwayThe railway, there's no better wayOoh, the railwayAnd it's nice to talk to you todayI worked for the miller, a very very nice type of fellaBut I could see, it was never gonna work out rightSo I slept, spent the night, sleeping on the railwayI worked, in the, somewhereYeah, oh yeah, yeahYou know, it never, no no, never no, never no, ever no, worked out rightSo I slept so long, spent the night on the railwayThe railway, give me a bottle of whiskeyOoh, the railwayOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, there's nothing like the railwayAnd I'd like to thank someoneFor Mezcal and good things that I've doneAnd for the time you spentAnd the friendship begunAnd most of all, starry nights on the railwayOh, I don't know no better wayThan just, ooh, lying back andDrifting awayI can hear it, I can hear it