I'm headed for the station with a pack on my back. I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack. I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack. I hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack.
I'm headin' 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.
I'm headed for the station with a pack on my back. I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack. I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack. I hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack.