The Story of Boxcar Jack

THE STORY OF BOXCAR JACK NOT MANY KNOW OF BOXCAR JACK WHO LIVES ON A TRAIN GOING WAY BACK HEARING THE SOUND OF THE CLITITY CLACK THAT COMES FROM BEAT OF A NORTHBOUND TRACK WELL BOXCAR WAS A MUSIC MAN PLAYING HIS GUITAR WHEN HE CAN STRUMMING OUT A HEARTFELT TUNE NEVER STOPPING NONE TO SOON BOXCAR WAS ALSO A LADIES MAN HAD THEM SPREAD ALL OVER THE LAND THEY LOVED TO HEAR HIM SING HIS TUNE THE RASPY VOICE WOULD MAKE THEM SWOON THEY’D DRESS HIM UP AND FEED HIM WELL A HOMELESS MAN YOU’D NEVER TELL A DAY OR TWO HE’D SING HIS SONG WHEN RESTLESS CAME HE’D THEN BE GONE HEADED DOWN THAT SOUTHBOUND TRACK HEARING THE BEAT OF THE CLITITY CLACK DREAMING UP ANOTHER SONG OF LOVE GONE RIGHT AND THEN GONE WRONG I MET BOXCAR WAY DOWN IN MACON LOOKING SAD AND ALL FORSAKEN I ASKED HIM WHAT THE PROBLEM WAS WHY THE TEARS, WHAT WAS THE CAUSE? BOXCAR TOLD ME IT WAS LOVE A GODDESS BORN FROM UP ABOVE A GIRL SO SWEET AND SLIGHTLY SILLY WHOSE MOTHER CALLED HER LITTLE MILLIE BUT MOMMA TOLD HER HE WAS WRONG. HE DIDN’T SING THE PROPER SONG NO JOB HAD HE OR DOLLAR BILLS TO KEEP HER WARM FROM WINTER CHILLS SO BOXCAR’S ON A WESTBOUND TRACK TO HEAR THE BEAT OF THE CLITITY CLACK A BEER OR TWO HE WASHES DOWN AND THEN THERE CAME THAT SIMPLE FROWN AND AFTER SEVERAL HUNDRED MILES THE FROWN TURNED INTO HAPPY SMILES AND SONGS HE WROTE IN PASSING TIME OF LOVE THAT HAD NO ENDING RHYME HE ENDED UP IN KANSAS CITY LIVING WITH A GIRL SO PRETTY DANCING IN A SATIN GOWN SHE LOVED IT WHEN HE CAME TO TOWN HE NAMED HER IN A SPECIAL TUNE HE WROTE FOR HER THAT NIGHT IN JUNE HE TOLD HER THAT HE’D SOON BE BACK AND THEN HE LEFT FOR THE ENDLESS TRACK AND NOW YOU KNOW OF BOXCAR JACK WHO LOVED THE SOUND OF THE CLITITY CLACK WHO LOVED THE GIRLS AND LIKED TO CROON ON A TRAIN SOMEWHERE BELOW THE MOON