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, and 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, and 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

Kansas City Southern, man, and 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?