Kansas City Southern

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 thru phase 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 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 blow