On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe Lyrics

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 FeSee 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 FeHere she comes
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty bigAnd they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa FeDo 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 FeSee 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 FeHere she comes
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty bigAnd they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa FeOn the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Doo, doo, daa, the good old A.T. and the Santa Fe