 Kids come out, their eyes are poppin'. Young men runnin', old men hoppin'. When they hear the mighty engine roar. Lords a-leapin', bands a-playin'. Ladies dancin', hound dogs bayin'. Passengers and hopefuls by the score. They say, hey conductor, does this train go to Texas? With a hoot and a holler on the way to San Antonio. They say, hey conductor, does this train go to Texas? I got a dime and a dollar and a one-way ticket home.