An adventure riding the rails
Riding the rails, oh how tempting.
Clickety-clack, down the track.
I hid in a gunny sack.
I wasn't going to let them spoil my ride.
Riding the rails, collecting the tails;
clickety-clack, farther down the track.
Next town, mystery to me.
Hoping to meet a real hobo, you see.
Riding the rails, they say is dangerous.
Clickety-clack; whose that toward the back?
It is dark in here; mom said it could be dark in there.
But life can be dark, dull; I am out for adventure.
Riding the rails, "look, opened pack of smokes."
Mom said they would make me sick; clickety-clack.
Got to try, got to know; just once; like riding the rails.
(Cough, cough) I should have listened to mom!
Riding the rails, picked up a friend. He goes by the name Joey.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack; Joey hates the noise.
Hungry now; shared my sandwich with Joey.
He doesn't like liverwurst!
Train brakes are screeching; I am at the end of my trail.
Got to get off, off these rails; What that? Mom just called.
I am glad, I am hungry. Playing hobo is hard work.
Let's go get dinner Joey!