Kansas City Southern

When I was a young man and the evening sun went down

I'd walk along those railroad tracks and I'd listen for that sound

Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound

Well, I'd sit and watch those trains go by and I'd wish that I was onward bound

Well I dreamed about the big cities and the pleasures that I'd keep

But along about 12:30, through the phases of my sleep, I hear that

Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound

Well, I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish that I was onward bound

Won't you blow, whistle blow

Won't you blow, whistle blow

I been a couple of places, I seen a lot of things

Whenever I reach back in time, my memory starts to ring

But Kansas City Southern and, man, that's a lonesome sound

Now I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish that I was homeward bound

Won't you blow, whistle blow

Won't you blow, whistle blow

Won't you blow

Won't you blow