Harry Connick, Jr. - On The Atchison, Topeka, & The Santa Fe Lyrics
Do you hear that whistle down the line?I figure that its engine number forty-nineShes the only one thatll sound that wayOn the atchison, topeka, and the santa feSee the old smoke risin round the bendI reckon that she knows shes gonna meet a friendFolks around these parts get the time of dayFrom the atchison, topeka, and the santa feHere she comesWhoo hoo hoo hoo hooHey jim, youd better get the rigWhoo hoo hoo hoo hooShes got a list of passengers thats pretty bigAnd theyll all want lifts to browns hotelcause of lots of them been travelin for quite a spellAll the way from philadelphiaOn the atchison, topeka, and the santa fe