I went down to the station, just to take a ride.
I went down to the station, just to take a ride.
Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind.
Pullin` out from the platform, there was no brass band.
I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand.
And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train.
Train, train, train, train.
Got no sand in my pocket, you know I ain`t tied down.
Ain`t no sand in my pocket, never do sit down.
I`m just a cross-tie walker, where the freight trains run.
Run, run, run, run.
If you see me acomin`, don`t you waste my time.
If you see me acomin`, don`t you waste my time.
`Cause there`s more miles between us than the Santa Fe Line.
Run, run, run, run.
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm....