Johnny Mercer - On The Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe Lyrics

Do ya 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
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the ring
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

All aboard, all aboard

Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer
Gotta go, gotta go far away from here
While the man at the fire shovels in the coals
Stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll
See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by
Fare thee well Laramie and Albuquerque High
Yes sir, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit till we hit California

From on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

From on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the ring
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe