Riding the boxcar,
Clickety clack,
I’m not travelling far
Just to Tulsa and back.

Riding the boxcar,
Through the still of the night,,,
Just the hum of the engie
The wash of the lights.

Riding the boxcar,
As the sun starts to glow,
We’ve come down from the hills,
Onto a barren plateau.

Riding the boxcar,
Clickety clack,
This journey’s a treat,
Travelling to Tulsa and back.

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