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 Pulling 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 aingt tied down Aingt 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 acoming, don't you waste my time If you see me acoming, don't you waste my time 'Cause there's more miles between us than the Santa Fe Line Run, run, run, run
