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