When I was a young man and the evening sun went down I'd walk along those railroad tracks and I'd listen for that sound Kansas City Southern, man, and that's a lonesome sound Well I'd sit and watch those trains go by and I'd wish That I was onward bound Well, I dream about the big cities and the pleasures that I keep Along about 12: 30 through the phases of my sleep I hear that Kansas City Southern, man, and that's a lonesome sound Well, I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish That I was onward bound Won't you blow, whistle blow? Won't you blow, whistle blow? I been a couple a places, I seen a lotta things Whenever I reach back in time my memory starts to ring Kansas City Southern, man, and that's a lonesome sound Now, I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish That I was homeward bound Won't you blow, whistle blow? Won't you blow, whistle blow? Won't you blow? Won't you blow?