When I was a young boy evening sun went down
Stand off by the railroad tracks and I'd listen for the sound
Of that Kansas City Southern, man, that's a lonesome sound
Well, I'd sit and watch those trains go by
And wish that I was outward bound
Well, I'd dream about big cities and the pleasures I would keep
Long about twelve thirty through the phases of my sleep
I'd hear that Kansas City Southern, man, that's a lonesome sound
Well, I'd sit and watch those trains go by
And wish that I was outward bound
Well, now I've been in a couple of places seen a couple of things
Whenever I think back in time, my memory forth rings
With that Kansas City Southern, man, that's a lonesome sound
Well, I'd sit and watch those trains go by
And wish that I was homeward bound
Don't you know how the whistles blows?
Don't you know how the whistles blows?
Don't you know, know, know how the whistle blows?

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