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.