On The Atchison, Topeka, & The Santa Fe Lyrics - Harry Connick, Jr.

Do you hear that whistle down the line? 

I figure that it's engine number forty-nine 

She's the only one that'll sound that way 

On the Atchison, Topeka and the 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 the Santa Fe 

Here she comes 

Woo 

"Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig" 

Woo 

She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big 

And they'll all want lifts to Browns Hotel 

'Cause of lots of them been travelin' for quite a spell 

All the way from Philadelphia 

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe 

Here she comes 

Woo 

"Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig" 

Woo 

You know she's got a list of passengers that's pretty big 

And they'll all want lifts to [Incomprehensible] Browns Hotel 

'Cause of lots of them been travelin' for quite a spell 

All the way from Philadelphia 

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe