Nebraska ain’t nowhere to be
in the middle of June 1893
got my honey got a sandwich
I’m rolling along
this whole lotta woman
starts singin her song
clickety- clickety- clickety- clack
this ain’t no Wyoming trail- it’s a track
this ain’t no wagon covered for rain
hi-ho silver, you’re ridin a train
if this song were country
it’d be about prisons
pickups and pain
but this ain’t no country
just another folk song
everybody’s got a folk song
about a train
Gossip, that I hear
say ‘Frisco’s nice this time of year
Don’t ask for money
and fame and such
just wanna get where I’m going
if that ain’t too much
Chorus
Robbie Schaefer © 1997 Mrs. Jenkins Productions/ASCAP