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, man, and 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 dream about the big cities and the pleasures that I keep
 Along about 12: 30 through the phases of my sleep I hear that
 Kansas City Southern, man, and 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 a places, I seen a lotta things
 Whenever I reach back in time my memory starts to ring
 Kansas City Southern, man, and 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?