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
Oh 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
Oh 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
Oh I'd sit and watch those trains go by
And wish that I was homeward bound

Don't you know how the whistle blows?
Don't you know how the whistle blows?
Don't you know how the whistle blows?
Don't you know how the whistle blows?