Cross-Tie Walker

I went down to the station, just to take a ride.
I went down to the station, just to take a ride.
Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind.

Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band.
I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand.
And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train.
Train, train, train, train.

Got no sand in my pocket, you know I ain't tied down.

Ain't no sand in my pocket, never do sit down.
I'm just a cross-tie walker, where the freight trains run.
Run, run, run, run.

'Cause there's more miles between us than the Santa Fe line.
Run, run, run, run.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm....