Well I'm come back home from seeing my man   With gritty brown hands and eyes of tin   I say baby we aught to make us a plan   He said come on and eat my blackberry jam      Ever love a lass make sure she plays the drums   Don't fall for her guitars no matter how hard she strums   Guitarist as a breed are all really bums   They'll unwrap you and chew you like a piece of gum      There goes white and there goes black   The shadows trip across my dusty pack   I'm listening to the wheel of the steal rail track   Go clickty-clack, clickity-clack      I like boys dark like Alder side   I like girls solid with twinkles in their eyes   When I get home I'm making blackberry pie   Until then I'll listen to these railroad ties      There goes white and there goes black   The shadows trip across my dusty pack   I'm listening to the wheel of the steal rail track   Go clickty-clack, clickity-clack