 I'm headed for the station with a pack on my back. 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. Pail around with Democratic fellas named Mac. Take me right back to the track, Jack. Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-boogie. Woo-woo, woo-woo, choo-boogie. Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-boogie. Take me right back.