 Whistle whine with a breakman bullet. See her flying like a silver bullet. Past the houses, through the sleepy hills. Blackjack oak and red dust rising. Scarlet sun on the blue horizon. Hear the lonesome call of the whippoorwill. He says, hey conductor, does this train go to Texas? With a hoot and a holler all the way in the salmon's home. He says, hey conductor, does this train go to Texas? I got a dime and a dollar and a one-way ticket home.