Do you hear that whistle down the line I figure that it’s engine number fortynine She’s the only one that’ll sound that way On the Atchison Topeka and the Santa Fe All aboard she’s on her way See the old smoke risin’ round the bend I reckon that she knows she’s gonna meet a friend Folks around these parts kept the time of day From the Atchison Topeka and the Santa Fe Bridge one Here she comes whoo whoo oowhoo oo whoo whoo whoo. Hey Jim ya better get the rig Oowhoo whoo oowhoo whoo whoo She’s got a list of passengers that’s mighty big And they’ll all want lifts to Brown’s Hotel ’Cause lots of them been travelin’ for quite a spell All the way from Philadelpheyeaye On the Atchison Topeka and the Santa Fe Back in Ohio where I come from I’ve done a lot of dreamin’ and I’ve travell’d some But I never thought I’d see the day When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe I would lean across my window sill And hear the whistle echoin’ across the hill Then I’d watch the lights till they fade away On the Atchison Topeka and the Santa Fe Bridge two: What a thrill with the wheels asingin’ "westward ho" From the day I heard them start ’Cross the Kansas plains from New Mexico I guess I’ve got a little gypsy in my heart When I’m old and grey and settled down If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town Then I’ll spend my busman’s holiday On the Atchison Topeka and the Santa Fe