 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 clickety-clack. And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack. And pal around with Democratic fellas named Mac. So take me right back to the track, Jack. Choo-choo, choo-choo-cha-boogie. Woo-woo, woo-woo-cha-boogie. Choo-choo, choo-choo-cha-boogie. Take me right back to the track, Jack.