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 and, 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 dreamed about the big cities and the pleasures that I'd keep
But along about 12:30, through the phases of my sleep, I hear that
Kansas City Southern and, 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 of places, I seen a lot of things
Whenever I reach back in time, my memory starts to ring
But Kansas City Southern and, 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