G Headed for the station with a pack on my back, G Tired of transportation in the back of a hack. C I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack, G And hear the lonesome whistle, See the smoke from the stack, D Pal around with democratic fellows named Mack, G So, take me right back to the track, Jack Bridge: C Choo-choo, choo-choo ch? boogie, G Woo-woo, woo-woo ch? boogie. C Choo-choo, choo-choo ch? boogie, G Take me right back to the track, Jack. G Reached my destination, but alas & alack, G I need some compensation to get back in the black. C I take the morning paper from the top of the stack, G And read the situation from the front to the back. D The only job that?s open takes a man with a knack, G So put it right back in the rack, Jack. Bridge: G Well, I hum to the rhythm of the railroad track, G And lead the life of Riley in a beaten-down shack. C And when I hear the whistle, I can peep through the crack, G And watch the train a?-rollin? While she?s ballin? the jack. D You know I love the rhythm of the clickety clack. G So take me right back to the track.