Johnny Mercer - On The Atchison, Topeka & The Santa Fe Lyrics

Do you hear that whistle down the line?
I figure thats it's the engine number forty nine
She's the the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka, and 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 Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo, hoo, hoo, whoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo, hoo hoo, hoo, hoo
Shes's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's hotel
Cause lots of them been travelin' for quiet a spell
All the way from Philadelphiay
On the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe
All aboard, All aboard
Chuga, chuga chuga woo woo Chuga, Chuga, Chuga woo woo
Let her rip, Let her rip Mr. Engeneer
Gotta go gotta go far away from here
While the man at the fire shovels all the coal
Stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll
See the towns and the road go whizzing by
Fare thee well Laramie and Albuquerque High,
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit till we hit California.
On the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Hey Jim you better get the rig
Whoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
She's got a list of passengers thats pretty big
And they all want lifts to Brown's hotel
Cause lots of them have been traveling for quiet a spell
All the way from Philadelphiay
On the Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe