I went d own to the station, just to take a ride.
I went do wn to the station, just to take a r ide.
Found mys elf on a flatcar, yesterday beh ind.
Pullin'ou t from the platform, there was no brass ba nd.
I pulled o ut from the platform, nobody raised a ha nd.
And there were no tears of regret from my runaway tr ain.
Train, train, train, train.
Got no sa nd in my pocket, you know I ain't tied d own.
Ain't no sa nd in my pocket, never do sit do wn.
I'm just a c ross-tie walker, where the freight trains r un.
Run, run, run, run.
If you s ee me acomin', don't you waste my time.
If you s ee 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...