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 with democratic fellows named mac. So take me right back to the track jack. Choo-choo choo-choo ch'boogie woo-woo. Woo-woo ch'boogie choo-choo choo-choo ch'boogie. Take me right back to the track jack. You reach your destination but you don't go back. You need some compensation to get back in the black. You take a morning paper from the top of the stack. And read the situations from the front to the back. But the only job that's open needs a man with a knack. So put it right back in the rack jack. Choo-choo choo-choo ch'boogie woo-woo. Woo-woo ch'boogie choo-choo choo-choo ch'boogie. Take me right back to the track jack. Gonna settle down by the railroad track. Live the life o'riley in the beaten down shack. When i hear a whistle i can peep thru the crack. Watch the train rollin' when it's ballin' the jack. Love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack. So take me right back to the track jack