I'm heading for the station with a bag on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a ****
I'd love to hear the rhythm of a clickety-clack
And hear the lonesome whistle,
see the smoke from the stack
I'll paddle around with Democrat,
a fellow named Mack
And take me right back to the track, Jack
Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-boogie
Woo-woo,
woo-woo, choo-boogie
Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack
You've reached the destination but a lass in the lack
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You 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 is a man with a knack
So put it right back in the rack, Jack
Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-boogie Woo-woo,
woo-woo,
choo-boogie Choo-choo,
choo-choo,
choo-boogie Take me right back to the track,
Jack
Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-boogie Woo-woo,
woo-woo, choo-boogie
Choo-choo,
choo-choo,
choo-boogie Take me right back to the track,
Jack
I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
Live the life of Riley in a beaten-down shack
So when I hear a whistle I can peep through the crack
And watch the train a-rollin' when it's pullin' the jack
Riders love the rhythm of the clickety-clack
Take me right back to the track, Jack
Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-boogie Woo-woo,
woo-woo, choo-boogie
Choo-choo,
choo-choo,
choo-boogie Take me right back to the track,
Jack
Take me right back to the track, Jack