Harry Connick Jr. - On The Atchison, Topeka, And The Santa Fe lyrics

Do you hear that whistle down the line?

I figure that it's engine number forty-nine

She's the only one that'll sound that way

On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe

See the old smoke risin 'round the bend

I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend

Folks around these parts get the time of day

From the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe

Here she comes

Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig

Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel

'Cause of lots of them been travelin for quite a spell

All the way from Philadelphia

On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe