At the end of summer we set off like trains
In the humid, hot weather walking, no sign of rain we rolled
At 30 miles, stopping only for barley water
Three sons of parents and another pair of parent's daughters
Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks
Smoke from the forest fires, filled up the air
While we jumped in the lake tired
In our underwear
And then kept traveling on
Upon trestles through the darkness
The full moon glowing orange
In the woods we found a spot to rest
On the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks
We went walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Oh, that old-time feeling of walking without a care
All them natural joys and fears do rise and raise our hair
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Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
We went walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
On down the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
We went walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
Walking on the tracks (ta-tar-tara-tara)
We went down