[1] The clickety sound of the [4] southbound [1] freight
And the high-speed hum of a passenger [5] train
Becomes a part of the [1] soul and the heart and the [6m] mind
Of the boy who's [3m] raised [5] by the railroad [1] line

The sound of the whistle at the cross in the road
And the tanks and the trucks and the tractors on the flatcar load
Becomes a part of the soul and the heart and the mind
Of the boy who's raised by the railroad line

And the big round [4] penny that you [3m] lay on the [2m] rails and the [5] wheels mash [1] flat
And the glimpse of the [4] ladies and the [3m] pictures of the [2m] men in the engineer's [5] hat

And the brakeman waves from the red caboose
He's a part of the past and never quite turns loose
He's a part of a soul and the heart and the mind
Of the boy who's raised by the railroad line