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]
Writer(s): T. Wilson, A. Braunagel
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