I’m pickin’ up good vibrations
She’s giving me excitations (Oom bop bop)
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations (Good vibrations, bop bop)
She’s giving me excitations (Excitations, bop bop)
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations (Good vibrations, bop bop)
She’s giving me excitations (Excitations, bop bop)
I’m pickin’ up good vibrations (Good vibrations, bop bop)
She’s giving me excitations (Exci - tations)
The Beach Boys
Ain’t going down ‘til the sun comes up
Ain’t givin’ in 'til they get enough
Going ‘round the world in a pickup truck
Ain’t goin’ down 'til the sun comes up
Garth Brooks
Well, I’m standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin’ down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me
The Eagles - Take It Easy
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades
Arizona, have another look at the world, my my
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids
Arizona, hey won’tcha go my way
Mark Lindsay
I’ve been to
Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota,
Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota,
Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma,
Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma,
Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo,
Tocopilla, Barranquilla, and Padilla, I’m a killer.
Johnny Cash - I’ve Been Everywhere
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go, Jamaica
Kokomo – The Beach Boys
Let’s take a boat to Bermuda
Let’s take a plane to Saint Paul
Let’s take a kayak to Quincy or Nyack
Let’s get away from it all
Frank Sinatra
Let’s take a slow boat to China. Leave from South Carolina
Let’s take our time and go the long way
On a junk boat to Thailand with your hand in mine hand
I sure hope we got something to say
Well, this old boat’s go no sail so won’t you please hold our mail-
For awhile
Thanks anyway pal but the Suez Canal -
Ain’t our style
John Prine
It might have been in County Down
Or in New York, in gay Paree, or even London town
No more will I go all around the world
For I have found my world in you
Bing Crosby
God came through Belleville, Georgia
He was ridin’ on the noonday train
All power to Him and praise His holy name
He never got off of the train (He never does)
He never got off of the train
Tom T. Hall
Day by day
Day by day
Oh Dear Lord
Three things I pray
To see thee more clearly
Love thee more dearly
Follow thee more nearly
Day by day
Godspell
…and the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
All caught the last train for the Coast
The day the music died.
Don McLean
This train don’t carry no gamblers, this train
This train don’t carry no gamblers, this train
This train Don’t carry no gamblers,
no whiskey drinkers, and no high flyers
This train don’t carry no gamblers, this train
This train is bound for glory, this train
This train is bound for glory, this train
This train is bound for glory,
don’t carry nothing, but the righteous and the holy
This train bound for glory, this train
There was a little railroad train with loads and loads of toys,
all starting out to find a home with little girls and boys.
And as that little railroad train began to move along,
the little engine up in front was heard to sing this song:
Choo choo choo choo, choo choo choo choo, I feel so good today.
Oh, hear the track, oh clickity clack, I’ll go my merry way.
The Little Engine That Could
I’m headed for the station with a pack on my back
I’m tired of transportation in the back of a hack
I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack
I hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with democratic fellas named Mac
Take me right back to the track, Jack
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie
Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch’boogie
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack
Choo Choo Ch’Boogie
Asleep at the Wheel
Casey Junior’s comin’ down the track
Comin’ down the track
With a smoky stack
Hear him puffin’, comin’ round the hill
Casey’s here to thrill
Every Jack and Jill
My name is Jack and I live in the back
Of the Greta Garbo Home
With friends I will remember
Wherever I may roam
And my name’s Jack and I live in the back
Of the Greta Garbo Home for Wayward Boys and Girls
We all love Jack, we live in the back
Of the Greta Garbo Home for Wayward Boys and Girls
My Name is Jack: John Simon / Manfred Mann
Hit the road, Jack
And don’t you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack
And don’t you come back no more
Ray Charles & the Rayettes
Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back
Like a river that don’t know where it’s flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going
Bruce Springsteen Hungry Heart
A little ditty 'bout Jack & Diane
Two American kids growing up in the heart land
Jack, he’s gonna be a football star
Diane’s debutante, back seat of Jacky’s car
John Mellencamp