Harry Connick, Jr. - On The Atchison, Topeka, & 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 Fe See 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 Fe Here she comes Woo "Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig" Woo She's got a list of pa**engers that's pretty big And they'll all want lifts to Browns Hotel 'Cause of lots of them been travelin' for quite a spell All the way from Philadelphia On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe Here she comes Woo "Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig" Woo You know she's got a list of pa**engers that's pretty big And they'll all want lifts to [Incomprehensible] Browns Hotel 'Cause of lots of them been travelin' for quite a spell All the way from Philadelphia On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe