On The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe Lyrics by 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

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