Tracks -

At the end of summer we set off like trains

In the humid, hot weather walking, no sign of rain we rolled

About thirty 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

Oh, that old-time feeling of walking without a care

All them natural joys and fears do rise and raise our hair

Walking on the tracks

Walking on the tracks

Walking on the tracks

Walking on the tracks

Walking down the tracks

Walking down the tracks

Walking down the tracks

Walking down the tracks