Текст: B.B. King. Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan. Choo Choo Ch'boogie.

Headin? for the station with a pack on my back
I?m tired of transportation in the back of my hack
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack

To pal around with democratic fellow named Mac
So take me right back to the track, Jack

Choo choo, choo choo, ch?boogie, woo woo
Woo woo, ch?boogie, choo choo, choo choo, ch?boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack

You reach your destination but you don?t go back
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
And read the situations from the front to the back

But the only job that?s open needs a man with a knack
So put it right back in the rack, Jack

Choo choo, choo choo, ch?boogie, woo woo
Woo woo, ch?boogie, choo choo, choo choo, ch?boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack

Gonna settle down by the railroad track
Live the life O?Riley in the beat down shack
When I hear a whistle I can peep through the crack
Watch the train rollin? when it?s ballin? the jack

Love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack
So take me right back to the track, Jack

Choo choo, choo choo, ch?boogie, woo woo
Woo woo, ch?boogie, choo choo, choo choo, ch?boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack
Take me right back to the track, Jack