(Jack Clement)

The wild birds are flying high,
Wild and free
Whatever calls the wild birds
Is calling to me.

The spell of the freight train
Got in my blood one day
I'm always going, never get nowhere,
I'm just on my way.

My baby she loves me
But she don't understand
The spell of the freight train
That's calling her man.

--- Instrumental ---

My daddy is a preacher
My mother teaches school
My brother is a doctor
And me I'm a fool.

The spell of the freight train
Is stronger than wine
That same lonesome whistle that chills my darling's heart
Is calling mine.

My baby, she loves me
But she don't understand
The spell of the freight train
That's calling her man...