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 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 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 I hear that Kansas City Southern... man 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...