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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 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 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 I hear that

Kansas City Southern... 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...

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