Headin' for the station with a pack on my back. I'm tired of transportation in the back of my hack. I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack. And hear the lonesome whistle see the smoke from the stack to pal around.
Listen to the melody entrancing. Blending in a soft and sweet refrain. As around the floor, dear, we are dancing. Swaying to a fascinating strain. . Sweet music soft and mellow.
Heading for the station with a pack on my back. I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack. I love to hear the rhythm of the clickity-clack. And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack.
Headed for the station with a pack on my back. I'm 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.
Heading 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.