Clark

When I was a young boy evening sun went down

Stand off by the railroad tracks and I'd listen for the sound
Of that Kansas City Southern man that'a a lonesome sound
Well I'd sit and watch those trains go by
And wish that I was outward bound

Well I'd dream about big cities

And the pleasures I would keep

Long about twelve-thirty thru the phases of my sleep
I'd hear that Kansas City Southern, man that'a a lonesome sound
Well I'd sit and watch those trains go by
And wish that I was outward bound

Well now I've been in a couple of places

Seen a couple of things

Whenever I think back in time

My memory forth rings
With that Kansas City Southern, man that'a a lonesome sound
Well I'd sit and watch those trains go by
And wish that I was homeward bound
Don't you know how the whistles blows
Don't you know how the whistles blows
Don't you know know know how the whistle blows