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.
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.