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.