♪ At the end of summer we set off like trains in the Humid hot weather walking, no sign of rain we rode About 30 miles stopping only for barley water Three sons of parents and another pair of parents' daughters Walking down the tracks, walking down the tracks Walking down the tracks, walking down the tracks Smoked from the forest fire, filled up the air Oh we jumped in the leg tie, in hot underwear And then kept traveling on, on trestles through the darkness The full moon, glowing orange in the worlds we found a spot to rest On the tracks, walking on the tracks Walking on the tracks, walking on the tracks We went walking on the tracks, walking on the tracks Walking on the tracks, walking on the tracks Oh, that old time feeling of walking without a care Oh, them natural joys and fears do rise and raise our hair Walking on the tracks, walking on the tracks Walking on the tracks, walking on the tracks Walking on the tracks, walking on the tracks