If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time
Ain't no sand in my pocket, never do sit down
If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time
Run, run, run, run
And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train
Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band
Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind
I'm just a cross-tie walker, where the freight trains run
Train, train, train, train
'Cause there's more miles between us than the Santa Fe line
Got no sand in my pocket, you know I ain't tied down
I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand