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